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snakecharmer 
I am back in the saddle again. I left my ex-husband's house, and left the stinky-butts there with him (no, not the kids, the cigarettes! LOL!) And I haven't picked one up since. Incidentally, the patron saint of addictions is St. Maximillian Mary Kolbe.
Went home and watched (finally) Million Dollar Baby. Yes, it was a great story. But boy did it ever piss me the hell off. I don't know why. Scratch that. I DO know why. It just really hit a nerve. She had to work so so hard, just to get a foot in the door because she was female. She overcame her upbringing, her family. She even tried to give back. And then what happens? But the icing on the cake for me, the thing that made me see red was, the scene with the priest who tried to tell her trainer that he'd be committing such a grave sin and would be lost for life if he did what she asked. For heaven's sake, how is it that we feel justified in feeling enough compassion to do it for animals, but not for each other because of what some dogmatic church says? Especially when said church seems to change its mind on what is "hell-worthy" every few centuries.
I recognize that others may disagree. I'm just venting about how I feel and as this is my journal, this is what's going on with me right now.
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Yah, that scene to me too. I was raised Catholic and I have many disagreements with what they teach. We were brainwashed when we were growing up to believe that we would go to "hell" for just about any bad thing we did. I had a nun teacher that would whop you up the side of the head if you even crossed her. Glad you are back riding that horse again. Proud of ya!
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