“You can tell [your family].”
~Famous friend (long ago during a cellphone conversation).
I can’t tell them anything! They won’t believe what I’ve read online and personally experienced! No one except those “chosen” or at least “invited” and with at least some curiosity would understand why I’m ranting and pissing off after all these slong years!
“Who invited you? You are Catholic, not a Mason! And no one can change your religion!”
~Maw a few minutes ago.
Oh, yeah? Then why is your precious boy refusing to attend weekly Catholic mass? And why did he marry a Buddhist? Don’t you think I have the right and free-will to explore other bizarre associations?
Thank goodness for the internet and free speech, no matter how weird or terrifying the information! I wouldn’t want to be so friggin’ stuck with your old-fashioned ways of thinking.
My god! Why am I still living with these people? Why am I attending a parish that’s obviously infiltrated with “Satanic” overtones? Even nice, elderly folks of the Knights of Columbus were inviting members into their fold this evening after mass. I noticed too that one bearded old white guy with a beer belly passed out the Eucharist. He pointed upwards with his right index finger. Great.
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