"Then came that day. I was bringing my spouse home from the hospital when the above mentioned senile hag called to berate me for asking too many questions at meetings, telling me that had I chanted harder and questioned less, my husband would not have gotten cancer. That was the final serving of bullshit. I put my gohonzon in a plastic bag, wrote a letter of resignation to the national headquarters, and dropped it off at a district leader's house."
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