Daily Blasphemy: As a kid, I used to visit my evangelical aunt Judy. She was a cross between Marguerite Perrin (the crazy christian lady) and the mother in the movie “Carrie”…quietly pious, until she sensed ol’ Satan sneaking up on her. Then she’d flip. I still remember the day she found a Fleetwood Mac album in her son’s room. Rumours, I think. She was absolutely certain that Stevie Nicks was releasing demons into her house. My cousin was five years older than me—straight-laced and responsible. But there he was, beating his head against the wall, with his mother railing the Gospel at his ungodly ass, and me wondering WTF and wanting to get back home where (back then at least) people took the hippie view of Jesus. Eventually my neighborhood caught the bug too, and that’s why I generally avoid the backwoods where I grew up. God is nothing but a mind-virus. The kind that attaches an asterisk to the word “humanity”.