Celebrating my 34th year of not going to Easter mass at the Catholic Church that harbored one of the, who knows how many, child molesters that scarred my oldest brother for life.

Sadly remembering my devout mother that continued to tithe that criminal enterprise $20 a week because her blind faith was coerced by fear since birth.

Screw all that resurrection nonsense. Spring has sprung and the world is so beautiful it hurts!