I left myself 15 years ago. I had just about had it with the socialist doctrine being forced on us every week, when a good friend of mine suggested I attend her parish. So, I drove half way across town and met her for mass. After 30 minutes and as the 3rd special collection plate rolled by, while a visiting nun spewed from the few to the many at me I got up and left, haven't been back since.
Clones.
Was visiting Italy in the late 60s. There we were in a desperately poor little town. The guide told us that the Church responded to the poverty by building a new church in town. We visited the church. Gold leaf and all. Jeweled icons, etc.