The Jesus Doesn't Care Song

JESUS DOESN'T CARE HOW YOU COMB YOUR HAIR

Why would Jesus care about how you comb your hair? 

 I think that's part of the deal, right?  If you're a Christian, you have to believe at some level that God gave you hair AND ALSO gave you the freedom to do what you will with it. Such a principal would, of course, be passed from God to Jesus.  I'm right so far, huh?

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So, like your uncle the tax attorney, God and Jesus are way to busy to worry about your hair or the lack thereof and would prefer REALLY if you would just figure it out for yourself.  God might mumble something about what you're doing with your hair.  Jesus might say something noncommittal like, "If it makes you happy that's nice."

They're just shining you on, though.  A brain fart for God would be like plate tectonics for all of us.  God knows so much about everything, you know.

So, it goes to say, that Jesus (God's son) probably didn't fall far from the tree.  He probably doesn't even care if you believe in him or if you believe in whatever.  God and Jesus would probably be more interested in whether you were personally able to make yourself overall a "good" or a "bad" person. (Unless the Mormons really are right.)  But  God wouldn't make a determination as important as all that just by looking at the dead cells hanging out of your skull, would he?

Therefore ... we are coming full circle to the beginning here ... Jesus Doesn't Care How You Comb Your Hair.

Jimmyjumpnjive 2012

Happy Easter (Punk Rock Style)

Happy Easter.  Happy Hot Cross Buns!

Of course, I can't just say, "Happy Easter," and be done with it.  No, no!  I have to make an alternative Easter punk rock greeting card.  Who will every want to watch this?  Punks? No.  Catholics?  No.  Oddballs?  Perhaps.

Anybody know any oddballs?  If so, please forward this video to them.  Maybe they'll understand my rebound on the whole Easter bunny thing.

First, I got nothing against chocolate footballs and jelly beans.  Love 'em.  Don't need a special holiday to serve those in the Jump Household.  We might grind 'em all up and make ice cream or cookies with them.  How's that sound?

Where's my audience?  Where's my call to action?  is the audience just supposed to eat or get hungry or what?

Hahaha... yeah, like I care.  But I will gripe a little bit.  They sure don't do easter like they used to do easter.  I have memories of poorly fitting shoes, unbearably long Catholic services, and Grandmas who spit on their hanky and try to wipe the mole off the side of my face.

Yeah, yeah, happy easter.  Anyway, these were old school hot cross buns.  They had the little bits of fruitcake in them.  They were so old skool that I really didn't like 'em.  They reminded me of every fruitcake I couldn't stand to eat.

But very German, nonetheless.  Ameri-German, I would think.  I don't mean that in bad way or anything, Germans are awesome.  They are very friendly and warm.  They're great.  I mean it in like the old hold-over German bakery sense.  They're getting harder to find.

Whatever.  The crosses are for Jesus.  Nobody would dispute that.

Jimmyjumpnjive