Mary is the golden calf of Roman Papistry

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Catholics will literally worship idols and engage in Masonic rituals and still believe that they're Christians. Smh.

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:marseyeyeroll: we're literally explicitly forbidden from being Freemasons, that's a Prot problem.

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Cringe prot nonsense

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When you construct images, pray to them (I know your praying to the person and not the image itself, but to hear all the prayers simultaneously is attributing deity powers), and really the coup de grâce, have religious ceremonies centered around her, then it rises above mere veneration to the level of worship. Just because you make up a word that means hyper-veneration doesn't mean it isn't.

Then you have to make up crazy doctrines to accommodate it. Since babies don't go to heaven because of original sin, you have to make up a doctrine that Mary's parents copulated in some special way to exclude her from having it and so forth.

I would think to be catholic if it wasn't for these things and it being patterned so similar to Roman paganism. I can accept sola scriptura being wrong, but there is still quite a lot space left between it and some of these dogmas.

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Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning the capybara. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Aevann around the bean bag forts. His squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Dramatards build up an intoxicating, delirious state with "dude bussy lmbo" chantings at the sidelines, hitting the Aevann-toy with brooms if he tries to escape. Carp would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning r-slur verses. He runs through the bean bag maze skinny and malnourished, with his viagra powered peepee a divining rod for the capybara. Sweat gushing down his, face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps "Found you!”. The Codescapybara screeches defensively but Whorist Florist is upon him in seconds. His peepee thrusting blindly into his flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcemed about anything but the motion. Eventually serendepity finds his mouth and the Cocktube Rodent is placated, suckling contently on the Carp's dehydrated peepee.

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