That phrase–so popular among Roman Catholics like myself–has very little resonance in 2010 New York considering that most people in question are ALREADY going to hell.
Just to name one example, someone I know brazenly stole stones from the Roman catacombs to put in his apartment, the kind of sacrilege that would surely make you instantly hellbound, right?
But considering the guy’s past behavior–stuff that would make your skin curdle with jealousy, I mean with rage–there’s no way he didn’t already have a front row seat there. Maybe the whole orchestra section!
So what the fuck is the point of not doing something that might send you to eternal damnation when you’re already booked on that journey anyway?
Especially since you can just confess it all on your deathbed and God is suddenly fine with it?