Raised Catholic....but let's just delve into that, shall we.... from an early age, I knew something was wrong, horrifically wrong – going to church and having the mass in Latin, genuflecting, eating the body of Christ, singing along and responding to the sermon in some cult-like fashion; drinking his blood and everybody dressing in their finest attire for this very, very special occasion, yeah it's pretty much an ongoing Stephen King novel in the making. Everybody born with Original Sin – how can anything go right for anybody? Motivating it's disciples through guilt, oppression, and the very fact that they expect you to sin, and when you do sin, they remind you about it on a Biblical scale - it's a lose/lose situation, yet millions must be gluttons for punishment...not a wonder so many porn starlets came from oppressive, guilt stricken, archaic Catholic families whom, when the situation necessitates after sinning, they go to a dark booth to repent their sins to some guy who wears all black, is hidden, and talks to a Entity he's never met and offers guidance...OK. Catholicism invented Capitalism - they case can be easily argued, if not the first institution to refine it and exploit its Zombie-like followers. The Crusades, well Christianity of course, but killing in the name of God, guess it's better than killing in the name of several Gods as the Heathens would do.
As for providing a good moral backbone - yes and no. If you're already guilty of sin, then it seems you never quite get out of the Heinz Red Zone...just a series of 3 & outs. Guess cretins that can't think for themselves, or come from suspect upbringings it can provide sanctuary, because as we all know the world is an evil place and there's nothing like coming upon a magnificent church filled with Men In Black and women dressed like Quakers to save you. I will say that Catholic girls offer up the best fucks, no holes barred...a kinky lot... transfixed on escaping their daddy issues while exploring their sexuality...all motivated by guilt of course and the carnal pleasure of breaking the law and getting away with it well, not quite...after going to church and giving them money, the weird guy in black in the modified phone booth forgives your sins, then behold - you got the green light to do it all over again! What a racket. Never mind the fact that they utterly and completely confuse you with the convoluted and conflicting theories of the father, the son, the Holy Ghost, the Holy Spirit, and Jesus, and Mary – it all fits neatly into the Old Testament, or was it the New Testament - now, I'm confused...and somehow they expect you to believe all of it. Noah's Ark?...right. The Ark Of The Covenant - call Indiana Jones on that one.
I knew shit was about to get live during my Confirmation Process. My parents sent me to CCD ( Confraternity Of Christian Doctrine) school every Sunday. My teacher, a complete helmet named Jack Devaney, was the poster child of middle-age crisis and family disfunction. The guy spent more time talking about his two drug-addict sons then he did on teaching Catholicism. A nut-job that wreaked of cheap Scotch...blood-shot eyes and bags under his eyes that Samsonite would be envious of. Every class he'd cry about something, then ask us to pray with him, pray for his sons, and of course at the end chant over and over " I repel You Satan" ( another character that nobody has seen). I complained to my parents to no avail. Then I took matters into my own hands. My mom would drop me off at class, I'd walk like I was going inside then, when she was out of sight, I would take off & hide for an hour. Well, after a few sessions skipped, ol Jack, being the dickens he was, called my mom and asked why I stopped going to class. Mum went full retard, meltdown in me. The next class, I was escorted inside the class by mum. Mum wasn't happy... I think she started taking Prozac around this time. Upon the start of class, Jack went into this long lecture and stated that we have a new student, a student who was deeply troubled, a student who was under the influence of Satan and drugs just like his two sons. He instructed the class to all hold hands and pray for me, this lasted almost the entire hour. Fucking done after that. I was confirmed in the Catholic church in abstentia, but I stopped going to church after that.
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These aren't the droids we're looking for, you can go about your business now, move along, move along...