I’m not a practicing Christian. And unlike some people, I don’t pretend to be. I’m not here to explain the Gospel. But I know enough about Easter to be pretty sure it’s not a day meant for what reads like a meth-fueled hate sermon from a senile old man, ranting about MS-13 while ripping the foil off a Cadbury egg with his teeth.
This morning, Donald Trump’s Easter message on Truth Social was a rambling diatribe against “Radical Left Lunatics,” “Mentally Insane” immigrants, “Wife Beaters,” “Weak Judges,” and—of course—the classic finale: a reminder that “Sleepy” Joe Biden is a criminally installed puppet and America is being destroyed by an open-borders conspiracy.
It was unhinged. Deranged. And utterly predictable.
What should be less predictable—but sadly isn’t—is the silence from the devout. Because if you grew up in any Christian church—Catholic, Protestant, or otherwise—you were probably taught that Easter is about resurrection. About forgiveness, grace, and the defeat of death through love. It’s not about vengeance. It’s not about score-settling. And it’s definitely not about hurling bile at your enemies while signing off with a sarcastic “Happy Easter!!!”
It’s been a minute, but that’s more or less what I remember from the First United Methodist Church of my youth.
Trump didn’t mention Jesus. Not once. Just like he didn’t mention compassion, or humility, or anything remotely resembling the values that Christianity claims to hold sacred.
And yet—he’s still the chosen one, right? Still the man backed by a movement that wraps itself in crosses and cries persecution when someone says “Happy Holidays.”
You’d think a holiday about Christ rising from the grave might at least warrant a passing nod to Christ himself. But that’s not really the point anymore, is it? This version of Christianity isn’t about grace—it’s about grievance. Not about turning the other cheek, but about owning the “libtards.”
I don’t care what god you believe in—or if you believe in any. But I do care when religion becomes a costume for authoritarianism. And I care when the people who claim to be moral leaders stay silent while the man they elevated spits venom on the holiest day of their calendar.
You can call him a Christian if you want. Just don’t pretend it has anything to do with Christ.
WWJT: What Would Jesus Tweet?
“But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.”
— Matthew 5:44
“Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.”
— Luke 6:27–28
“Do not judge, or you too will be judged.”
— Matthew 7:1
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.”
– Ephesians 4:31
“Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.”
— Proverbs 16:18
“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”
— John 13:34
“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
— Matthew 25:40
“Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless.”
— James 1:26
“Woe to those who make unjust laws, to those who issue oppressive decrees, to deprive the poor of their rights and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people.”
— Isaiah 10:1–2
“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”
— Romans 12:18
“What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
— Micah 6:8
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.”
— Philippians 2:3
Nick Allison is a college dropout, former Army infantryman, and a writer based in Austin, Texas. A center-left political independent with a distrust of all ideologies (including his own), Nick spends too much time reading about history, democracy, and systems in collapse—and not nearly enough time being optimistic about any of it. He writes about politics, culture, and philosophy mostly as a way to make sense of the mess. Ever since discovering the Mac shortcut for the em dash way too late in life, he’s been abusing it—constantly—and has no plans to stop.
Also, he secretly enjoys writing his own bio in the third person—probably because it makes him feel a little more important than he actually is.
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