Church is Weird
Sometimes even people who one can reason with get caught up in circumstances that end up with them sitting in church on a Sunday. On the 3rd Advent that person was myself, sitting in the third row attending a three-children-in-a-row baptism ceremony held by a priest with a good mood. I was all set to get an inside scoop on how protestant indoctrination takes place in real life, and boy were they prepared to give proof to my completely prejudiced preconceived notions of religious activity. The dude playing the organ even had a haircut I would refer to as the molestation mullet. The major underlying motto of the sermon was Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »