Get out you king of the Jews. Get out of my life!

In celebration of Good Friday, I'm listening to Jesus Christ Superstar. It is a work of musical theater genius. Written by two of the finest queens in Christendom, it has been a part of my musical life since before I can remember. I knew all of the words at a very young age, and would confusedly haul out the double album at Christmas only to be gently reminded by Mom and Dad that it was more of an Easter record.

Plus, in two millennia's worth of retellings of this story, I defy you to find a more bad-ass Judas: