Better Never Than Late.

According to the Bible, Jesus, as we in the western hemisphere affectionately call him, was born the son of god. Everyone apparently was in on this as those damn angels wouldn't shut up about it. They even blabbed to the freaking shepherds, and you have to go pretty far down the media food chain before you reach the guys sodomizing your dinner.

Eventually a group of kings showed up, yadda-yadda-yadda, and then afterwards Jesus sort of vanished.

Think about that.

People back then are about the same as people nowadays as they're always looking for a piece of the action, and Jesus, better known as "Jerusalem's God Boy", would have been a pop-culture sensation. He would have been the star of his own bear-baiting show, a line of humus would be named after him, and he'd have had a special entrance at Dreidels "R" Us.

But, no, the guy basically disappears from history for 30 years and shows up later staking his celestial claim... if indeed it really was him. After all, they didn't have photo ID back in 3 BC. Coulda been anyone. Maybe even one of the disciples angling for some merchandise tie-ins.

The devout seem to have no problem with this huge gap in his background, but at least he didn't show up dragging a wife and kids behind him. Can you imagine the absurd levels of competition that would have ensued as self-aggrandizing hypocrites vied for the title of "most-descended"? One Pope's bad enough without hundreds of charlatans claiming Jesus as their great-great-very-great grand-pappy.

All I know is if some guy came into my office looking for a job and his resume' was blank for thirty years he wouldn't be the first in line for COO, much less savior of the world.

=Lefty=