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Auntie was always a little strange and different (well, the whole family is, myself included; she was obviously more so) and usually on the losing side of any Reality-based argument. Being educated by nuns certainly didn't help.
So when Auntie remarried (so much for the Church's disapproval of divorce) she found a man who was righteous (read pig-headed, even more than us Pollacks) and converted to a Faith-based form of arguing.
Nobody could trump her now. Facts are totally immaterial. If God said something, or Jesus, or her own quirky brain could make the case that one of them said it, or Limbaugh, or whoever was designated Oracle of the Day, then the argument was over.
Religion (capital R) is the opposite of Education. You don't have to know anything, prove anything, feel anything (except superior) or atone for anything. Bullets will stop you, but not facts. Reality may catch up with you in the end, but you'll get your way until then, and drive everyone around you who isn't persuaded by your own personal Messiah crazy.
Nobody talks to Auntie much any more, not even her kids. Strangely enough, she and her husband are enamored of Harry Potter, though. Even in Religion, my Auntie marches to a slightly different beat.
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