The reality of the last supper
So I’m about to write a blog that going to piss off most, but who cares.
I was watching the food channel the other night, channel hopping okay. At least it wasn’t that snooze fest Hallmark…wtf is that about?
So I’m thinking, the Last Supper, that fateful meal when the 12 disciples and their head honcho went out for a kind of farewell meal. Now what’s led me more to think about this is that great comedian, Eddie Izzard. He mentioned in one of his shows that Jesus was probably a really cool bloke with some amazing ideas and had a following. Just this really hippy like kind of character that made a lot of sense and that pissed the Romans off.
I’m not a very religious person, but that theory makes sense. He was probably one of the great thinkers and started some form of revolution that upset those in charge that they thought they’d get rid of him. Think about it, its not blasphemous, it’s a realistic way of looking at things. So I reckon he did exist, but over the years those miracle things have been thrown in there. (If you are getting angry now cause of my opinion, stop reading – it gets worse.)
Right, so I’ve warned you, so you have no reason to post a message after this telling me how evil I am. You can’t write anything related to me burning in hell or whatever is supposed to happen when you die. (Hopefully I haunt a girl’s high school – Casper the Horny ghost)
Now if we take into account that Jesus was this cool 20 something revolutionary, the disciples must have been a pretty cool bunch too. I mean they were all mates hanging out. Spreading their message, join us…you’ll go places kind of thing. (Just sipping my spice gold – num)
So they hang out, and do shit that 20 year olds would… probably hit Jerusalem and went to a couple clubs the first night in town. Obviously getting the VIP lounge, cause they were pretty big then. DJ Mustafah is dropping the beats and they are having a blast. Not too late though cause they have a meeting tomorrow with a few million people. So that’s the kind of scenario I’m thinking.
So, opening scene… hottest Restaurant in town, the boys and Jesus have gotten together for a farewell meal. A couple of the guys have a sneaky suspicion that Judas bloke has bust them, but they are keeping it on the downlow. We’re all mates here, let’s just have drink and show our mate JC all is well. So before the meals come out, old Matthew gets everyone a shot of water. JC steps up to the plate and with one quick move…BAM! Tequila. I think if it wasn’t for the Romans, Jesus should have gotten into catering. The guy didn’t need a truck for anything, that shit just rained out the sky. So they order some starters, shit no garlic bread, alright just some bread. JC starts handing it out. (In the “great book” it says he said this was of his body…. Hmmmm) Paul and Peter are chatting up the hot belly dancer in the corner. Judas seems troubled and Luke uses the force…shit wrong story…. Luke orders another round of water.
So the drinks are flowing, they break into a couple songs. Paul and John hook up with two band members, George and Ringo and Jam a little… “Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away….” It’s a great party. JC is saying all sorts of shit, really deep stuff. It blows that the whole ride has come to an end, in the corner the three wise guys have stopped by, Frankie, Vinnie and Falco. Can’t stay long though, got a deal going down at the Dead Sea harbour.
Simon and his brother Andrew go outside for a smoke, pain in the ass since the bloody Romans brought that smoking policy into place. Just cause that Pontius Pilot reckons its bad for you…wanker. I mean you go out, get some smoke and have to carry this stone table with a surgeon generals warning: smoking kills. So do the Romans bastard, where’s that warning. Last week some mate of their’s was caught speeding in his new chariot and they fed him to the lions… Shit that was a nice chariot though, low profile, great mags and 5 horse power…sweeet.
By this time Matthew is in the bathroom bringing up the last Jager bomb, second wind is coming.
The evening winds down, they all start chilling out. Here’s my question, who was the poor bloke that reckoned “Should we get the bill?” plus, did they all chip in? Did they make Jesus pay his share? Judas could have covered it seeing as he had just come into some money?
These are merely thoughts, my impressions of what could have gone down. I think the reason I’ve written this is to piss some people off. But have I really said anything evil? Really?
I’ll leave it at that for now.
Coming soon… Shakespeare was taking the piss.
Hehehe. First the Christians, now the cultured. Cynful is taking over the world.
Till next time,
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