Ash Wednesday

    Why is it that even though I am a casual and unapologetic atheist and I despise practically everything about the institution of Roman Catholicism, I still feel guilt–as if I were a traitor–when I see the faithful bearing ashes on their foreheads…?

   Already into Lent.  Fasting is easy, but what shall I sacrifice?

    Yahweh is capricious and cruel, and the nuns told me that His cruelty is refining, but I never believed that bullshit for a second.  Even when I was ten years old, I didn’t believe it.  It has to be one of the most transparent lies ever concocted.

  I’ll attend Mass on Palm Sunday.  It’s the only service I go to voluntarily.

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