She was talking about Easter.
"Well," I said, "I just don't get why you people continue to worship that myth when you know it's not true. Jesus never rose from the dead on Easter, it's a common fact that this is the Spring Equinox celebration... everyone knows that."
"So what if it is a myth... Jesus was a great man."
And that, Children, is where their faith is today: they know it's a lie, but so what: he was a great man.
Dare I tell her that there is no historic record of Jesus? There are a ton of reference to Casear, but to date, none of a man called Jesus until around the year 200 when the church had made it impossible to get a job without acting like you believed.
Cut the shit.
Let's get on with the real spirituality, whatever it is. Stop dealing me myths, bitch (I don't think I said "bitch," but I really wanted to... then again, she was my mom.