The Wu-Tang bunny clan goes gangsta at the NYC Easter Hat Parade

Chasing pastel eggs seems to be the most appropriate way to commemorate the Crucifixion and then the rising of Christ on Easter, right?

Americans know exactly how to turn a religious holiday into a commercial one. Easter, the most holy Christian holiday, is no exception. During the holiday, we watch hyper kids on the verge of Type-2 Diabetes inhaling plastic bags of chocolate bunnies from CVS.

Growing up in a devout Catholic Polish family, I learned early on about Easter traditions and customs including painting pastel eggs. My earliest memory at age 5, was my grandmother’s graphic and detailed description of how Jesus died . This might seem like child brutality to the average American parent who coddles and overprotects, but the grandmotherly lesson did little to damage this little girl. After all, I grew up in Queens, swearing like a truck driver from the age of 3. You see, kids are really resilient. But if you don’t believe me, please ask the National Institute of Health to conduct a study on Catholic offspring of immigrants whether they suffer from PTSD later on in life. I would name the study, “Do children of immigrants suffer from PTSD upon learning of Easter’s true origins?” I am sure I can get this funded within the week since the US government has the funds. Unfortunately, the government squanders and wastes more money on inane research studies faster than a Saudi princess’s unbridled shopping spree in Paris’ Eighth Arrondissement.

As an adult I celebrate my family’s Easter tradition by going to church. I chuckle to myself that this is the one day a year Americans shed their sweats and flip flops to wear their finest. And don’t be shocked that I go to church. This potty-mouth enjoys her prayers. “Oh, Lord, I really love those neon Bakelite buckle shoes from Barney’s. Please, God, let them have size 8.5 in stock during their next sale.”

Easter Hat Parade NYC

NYC easter hat parade birdman

NYC hat parade ghostbusters

This group had me laughing out loud. I asked why they got dressed up as the characters of the movie “Ghostbusters” to a hat parade. The father replied “Well, because my friends said to do it, and then all meet up.” Heh, that answer works for me.

Once the congregational song and dance routine is over, I high (Peter-Cotton) tail-it to Fifth Ave, New York City for the Easter Hat Parade.

The annual Easter Hat Parade is like a hit of ecstasy without the residual harm. Imagine a beaming, clapping child-like giddiness, but without the tripping. You can witness every color imaginable in the creative, custom costuming worn by participating spectators and pets. The parade or rather promenade has the energy of Mardi Gras without the nudity, cheap baubles, projectile vomiting and morning-after pills.

NY Easter hat parade Lesbians for Bush

Look at this woman’s round pin. It says “LESBIANS FOR BUSH.” And then of course there is the hat and divinely designed pair of glasses. I wish I could have stopped to talk to that fabulous creature, but it was too crowded.

Disabled dogs in America. We treat dogs better than the homeless

This tableau had me convulsing. There was one more “crippled” dog in this mix. Apparently one had her spine crushed when the owner stepped on her back, thus the paraplegia and concealed diaper used for uncontrolled incontinence. The other one had been abused. You have to love animal lovers in the US. We get shit done. Guess what the best part was? When I rolled over questioning the owner about her crippled cuties, a crowd descended upon us as though the Pope were sitting in my lap giving me a wet willy. I could only imagine what people were thinking: “Oh my God, would you look at that wheelchair woman with her wheelchair dogs? Quick Larry get out your camera. This shit is going viral.”

Devo Duck at the Easter Hat Parade NYC

I hope all of you who celebrate Passover or Easter laughed and ate yourselves senseless. If you don’t celebrate religious holidays then I hope you eat like mad because food is much better than many things, including sex.

I ate so much Kielbasa and smoked meats, if you happen to smell a funky, garlicky odor, that is me belching for the next week.

In the meantime you can read my Easter NYC parade post from 2014 and 2013 and view more photos in this slideshow.

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