"Vice" as a sale of indulgences
With some type of "penance" and a formal "absolution" of sorts in church
Lindsey Puls
Adam McCann
If I buy strong liquor at a liquor store, I could drink it and get a horrible headache, or I could make some type of savory or dessert recipe out of it, or possibly in an emergency I could disinfect a wound with it.
"Never drink alone!" says the A.A. crowd. Why should I? I really don't require "drinks" as such to loosen up or enjoy myself or have fun. If I have say spaghetti with vodka sauce — either alone or with family or company — and somebody is going to rebuke me for my gluttony or finery or whatever to eat such an extravagant sumptuous meal, I think I just fell asleep on the church pew.
Maybe I am getting overweight or it's time to go on a diet or get more exercise, stay healthy and sexy, but that's not really a religious matter or anything to be particularly obsessed about.
Unless there's something entirely worse and adulterated on a whole different level being served as food or drink or infiltrated in the indoor air I'm breathing, in which case shut that bloody cop-shop "house" down if I have to listen to a dirty cop preaching a bloody sermon at the card table or hotel booking office. Not my moral issue, and I assume all their other legitimate customers are plenty mad enough to shut them down already, whatever sort of phony "business" that is.
"Alcohol" for whatever use or purpose is available in any big city, and males and females are not restricted from meeting or greeting at will in any but the most extreme Islamic law districts. Some preacher boy, Christian or not, or a justice of the peace either Jewish or without regard to religion can marry them off if they're caught in bed and they're really that much in love. I have to reserve judgment in such cases.