Two of my nephews and at least one very good friend were victims of priestly pedophilia. I've seen first hand three young lives horribly disfigured.
I've seen generations worth of sweat-earned contributions going to pay for the damages.
Two of my parish priests are now doing long prison sentences for molesting altar boys. One of my parish priests now runs a church in another state for the LGBT community.
After all of that growing up, I for one cannot look at a Roman collar without feeling the overpowering desire to vomit.
That's why I don't go to mass, my good Archbishop of New York. I'm actually doing you a favor, lest I do a "Mr. Creosote" on your parishioners.
As opposed to what you’re doing now?
Why do I go - because I enjoy it. :)