One of the nice things about life in Hawaii – when not suffering under the jackbooted heel of a governor licking his chops at the excuse to ratchet up control of the plebs in his state – is that May First is a celebration of the unique and ephemeral art form of the lei. Yes, we wear them. A lot.
Graduations. Weddings. Birthdays. Ordinations. They are a part of the culture, and they appear on a fairly regular basis. When guests of honor show up to a banquet, for example, you can bet the organizers will have one ready as a symbol of their importance, and a fragrant ‘thank you’. It’s not just a cash grab for tourists at the airport. It’s a part of Hawaiian life, even for those of us who have not a drop of Hawaiian blood running through our veins.
They also see use at funerals. Draped around an urn, and constructed of the right materials, materials like those shown in the image above, they allow a departed soul to wait for the coming Glory while surrounded eternally by beauty.
Celebrating the holiday on May First has the added benefit of crowding out any other holidays that the dumb asses who love starvation and work camps might celebrate. To try and commandeer May First for such…ahem…EUROPEAN European european…cultural ideas would be rude and very ethnocentric. It’s just another example of how the Culture of Death’s own rules work against not just decent human beings, but also against themselves.
Anyway, Happy Lei Day. Here’s hoping your day is filled with beauty and love and aloha.