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I was in fifth grade, IIRC, when I piped up one Sunday morning with "I don't want to go to church, Mom, it doesn't make any sense."

My mother was raised in a Catholic household, but for reasons of her own questioned the existence of the deity as advertised by the time she was a teen. It wasn't socially acceptable to not be part of a church, I suppose, or something--I don't know. When she and my bio father married, they compromised between whatever protestant tradition he believed and Mom's Catholic background, so I was being taken to Episcopalian churches until that time.

In eighth grade, I announced during a class that the Christian Bible was a work of fiction, and that I was atheist, much to the dismay of the teacher. Given that this was the mid-1970s, the best she could do to "save face" for herself (and probably a couple of classmates) was to respond with "it's good literature," a claim that is demonstrably false based on the enormous number of times the thing contradicts itself.

I was in my twenties before I gave it much more thought--I encountered a book titled something on the lines of "An Atheist Debater's Handbook," and discovered a whole raft of reasons why I hadn't been in a church aside from other people's weddings or funerals since fifth grade.
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Raised in a Catholic household with all the trimmings (blessings), to include a Catholic education. In each classroom sat what I am calling a coin card, where students were invited (coerced in) to placing a dime in an awaiting slot so that pagan babies could be saved. I made the mistake of asking either how can a baby be a pagan, or if they knew they were, in whatever sloppy verbiage a third grader would use.

The response, from a lay teacher, was not sloppy. A well rehearsed application of force.

I suppose that somewhere, a Pagan child was handed a similar fate when they asked if Christian babies believed in transubstantiation.
I ordered a case of optimism from Amazon, but porch pirates beat me to it. Still, chin-up.

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papajim2jordan wrote: Wed Sep 29, 2021 12:23 pm Today is National Coffee Day.

HURRAY!

Thinking straight again now that I’ve had a few.
Missed this. In our house, EVER Y day is National Coffee Day!
M.E. Swings Coffee, out of Alexandria, VA. Been roasting their own coffee since 1919. Catered to hotels, embassies and caterers.
We go for any coffee from Guatemala, Brazil, Ethiopia, Uganda, or Zimbabwe. The Guatemala and Ethiopian coffees are the best. I have never tasted any coffee that compares to Swings's roast from these 5 countries. Never. I'm 66, been drinking Swings since I was 30.
Their own blend MESCO, is milder. Good, but not as good as the others. The Costa Rican coffee is also excellent, almost as good as the others. But I'm not crazy about their Columbian. Used to always drink their French Breakfast, now called G Street which is a little less smooth ("bold") than the others.

We are drinking Sumatra coffee right now, and it's very good, but not nearly as good as the coffees from the Americas or Africa.

Pro hint 1): if you like their coffee, the 5# bags are SIGNIFICANTLY cheaper than the 12oz bags! 2) Brown filters make the coffee taste FAR better than white ones. 3) the water where you live makes a difference.

https://swingscoffee.com/
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