I am a communist. Any Church that fundamentally facilitates the Something Wicked This Way Comes Road Map, must confess their sins called sexual violence. You cannot escape it by pretending how normal the Church Is. The Church is the rape of boys. Not really rape, right. Wrong. The whole dog and pony show is rape. I was raped and raped and raped. Say it: rape. We cannot miss the forest for the trees, and should we tell our children who are too young to give consent that it’s best if they were prepared. The Church wants them, and the Church wants them submissive, pink and compliant. How can you even talk around the Church without articulating the rape of young boys. Who else could do this. Defund the Church. My friend shot himself in the head. Defund guns. Where is the Church on guns. Where. My friend cannot get into heaven because he is a suicide and he cannot be buried. I buried him here. I dug his grave myself. We dig our own family’s graves in poor Appalachia. With shovels. How many times does he have to slit his wrists. No one asks WHY. Graves at sunset. The fog rolls in. My friend could not control his bowels. It’s uncivil but there it is. It just got worse. I would do what he did. We hold on. There is no mercy from this church. There is no forgiveness from this church. Let us focus on Church politics. Takes the spotlight away for just a bit until the next one and the next one. Rape itself is a murderous assault, bitter battles year to year, the imminent deadly breach.