Hoppy - uh, I mean - Happy Easter!  It's finally that time of year when the coldness of winter will be replaced with the warmer rainy weather of Spring. It's also the time for pastel colors, baskets, colored eggs (racist!), and, of course, Jesus' resurrection.  Not to mention a giant rabbit trespassing in your yard to hide a bunch of those aforementioned diversely colored eggs instead of, let's see, just leaving them on your doorstep all nice and orderly in a pretty basket.  Dirty, rat bastard.  Oh, and mutha fuckin' Cadbury creme eggs! It's a time to celebrate life and rebirth, to scarf down Easter dinner, go to Easter Sunday service (For some, the one time of the year. Damn heathens.), and guzzle a shit ton of candy.   And you don't even have to dress up in a silly costume and go door to door begging for it.  Hell yeah!  No creepy ghouls and ghosts, no wrapped gifts, no hearts and lovey dovey stuff, no green beer, just a celebration of the...