There’s nothing like being pimped out as a child by your own very Catholic relatives who would sooner die than miss mass on a Sunday to illustrate the vibrant hypocrisy of religion; nothing like seeing hundreds of sick, lame, ragged beggars lining the stairway to the doors of a cathedral that is dripping gold and crystal and stained glass that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to set a young, impressionable, sensitive child on the right path… which is the one that leads away from those heinous stinking constructs called religions.