
Our current dilemma evokes the riddle of youthful ignorance and the Easter Bunny.
As a child you accepted the notion that it was rational for a life size rabbit to make deliveries of candy to commemorate the resurrection of Christ. You did not question this odd amalgam of pagan and Christian traditions........because you were 8 and didn't know what the fuck a pagan was.....and because you were chomping the heads off of chocolate bunnies. But deep down inside you knew the truth. You held your silence out of fear.....fear that the sugar pipeline would dry up. So you kept on believing, though your subconscious remained privy to the truth.
You shouldn't have needed mommy and daddy to tell you there was no 6'3" hare sneaking into the home once a year, just like I shouldn't have needed Jessica Alba appearing in a photo wearing a Raider hat to acknowledge the obvious. She's from the LA area........the Raiders called that shit hole home during her formative years......heck......I saw her on the Best Damn Sports Show Period years ago and she said her pops was a Raider fan. Daughter apples never fall far from the father tree. The writing was always on the wall but I denied, denied, denied. I denied the verity of the situation much like Daniel Snyder denies the fact that he completely fucked-up in hiring Jim Zorn to coach the 'Skins. Me and Daniel Snyder....fuckos!
So here WE are.....at an impasse of sorts. Alba snuck into this blog a long time ago and became its Matron Saint often yielding the most sagely advice. But the truth is now as undeniable as Eliot Spitzer being caught with a high-end hooker. Spitzer and I have both been compromised and as figures of renown we must acquiesce to the demands of our public.
You'll have to vote on the fate of The Sage......The Matron Saint......the most righteous 1/3 of the Holy Trinity of Jessicas. What say you public?
If you vote for option 1 or 3 please use the comment section to propose alternatives.