I’m not a religious man. I believe religion is exclusive. Believe in what we believe in or you’re not in the club. In the old days, they might even kill you (hello The Crusades.) Also, you’d better do things a certain way or else risk burning in hell for all eternity. Mardi Gras is one of those things that reinforces my non-religious position. Ash Wednesday is a holy day and the start of something like six weeks of abstinence from a thing that you like as a way to show God that you believe in Him. But don’t fret, there is a day to fulfill your appetites before you ‘sacrifice’ for God for six weeks. It’s called Fat Tuesday and it’s when you try to jam as much sin and debauchery into one day as you can so that the next six weeks of ‘sacrificing’ don’t hurt as much. Drink till you can’t stand. Walk around naked. Eat until you vomit in the street. Dance. Sing. Throw beads. It’s the last day before you have to sacrifice everything in the name of God for six weeks, so party your asses off! We’ll show God. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against partying. Hell, I used to attend Mardi Gras in NOLA when I lived in Houston. And I’m not against religion either. I’m just more spiritual than religious. I’m a God guy. My issue is with hypocrisy. Does any good Catholic really believe that Mardi Gras is justifiable in the name of religion? Or are all the sit up, sit downs at church each Sunday akin to something like God boot camp that you must endure to get to heaven? 

Anyway, enjoy your day. As always, thanks for reading my words. 


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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.