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I went to mass for the last time as any kind of believer when I was about nine months into my tour in Vietnam, and in a very dark place. Not sure what I was looking for but certainly wasn't the 'Kill a Commie for Christ' pep talk we got. My faith was dangling by a thread, and that idiot priest took a blow torch to it. I walked away, never looked back, and never regretted it for a moment. The problem isn't this priest so much. It's his enablers in the pews who make him possible.

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Now I've got "Little Ped Corvette" for an earworm.

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