Had a squabble with a priest today, right on church ground. I’m certain he never did recover from the shock of my not addressing him as father, and was slightly disappointed he did not try and call me “my child,” for which instance I’ve prepared words of condemnation ahead of time. (These terms are much more common in the Polish language than the English.)
The polish RC church does not follow Vatican protocol and demands witnesses for apostasy. I knew that ahead of time, and was well prepared. The priest however mumbled something about needing to bring in a higher priest from out of the city.
“All this difficulty? It was easy getting in, wasn’t it? Why do you put barriers up on exit?” (The universal answer being “it’s a money and greed thing.”)
“It wasn’t easy getting in” he replied.
“Getting me signed up in here was someone else’s mistake, one I’m here to rectify.”
Thursday I am going back, with two options for the church:
You cross me out of your evil book of baptisms, and confirm my apostasy, and I let you be – I don’t believe in God, in none. If however you continue with the guerilla tactics on my apostasy, here is a message for you:
I’ve the means to take this all the way up the EU courts. Your filthy behaviour in trying to discourage people from leaving your sick organisation will cost you significantly more than you are getting on my account from Poland’s corrupt Government. I speak fluent German, English and Polish – I will take care of everything with greater agility than that with which your organisation robs people.
Let me leave now, don’t make me come back here again to serve you with papers of much more inconvenient nature. And just to be clear, at this point I will be happy with what ever path you choose. I will be happy forgetting about you and your kind with the signing of my apostasy, but just as eager for you to give me that one last reason to take you on full force and pave the way for others less determined to leave here for good. So help you your sick, sick God, amen.