Hecate has a post on some families in Florida who are complaining about their neighbors. Apparently the neighbors are Santeria, and part of their ritual requires sacrifical slaughter of an animal.
This, of course, horrifies the good Christian next door. Why, he might be having ribs at an outdoor barbecue, look over the fence, and see someone killing an animal! One guy actually said, "I don't want my kids to see a dead animal."
There mustn't be much road kill in Florida. Possums must be smarter there.
We at "The Gods Are Bored" would like to point out that ritual slaughter of living things is big business in this Christian nation. Look at this lavish display! Not only is Aunty Em dead, but so are those roses and carnations! They were grown in posh greenhouses, nurtured, fertilized, watered. They bloomed beautifully in response to this five-star treatment. For their efforts they get snapped from the living vine and stuck in a vase. And finally they get strewn in the sun on Aunty Em's grave, where they quickly wither into an unsightly mess.
You know what I don't want? I don't want my kids to see a dead flower! Down with all ritual slaughter of plant life! It's bad enough we've got to kill the eggplant for tonight's dinner. But this senseless carnage of carnations absolutely has to stop.