"Those R. C.'s... get them!"

I visited my 97 year old great aunt in the nursing home yesterday. She might be barely kickin,' but she still has some wit and true colors left, even in her "barely there" state of mind. 

They say you should never go along with a confused person because that just adds more confusion, but how could I not go along with my great aunt when she decided that plotting against a race and religion was necessary. The absurdity touched my intrigue. 

All of a sudden, she burst out, "(you) have to watch out for those R. C.'s." 

By the way it was pronounced, I thought she meant "areses." 

And then I realized that R.C. stood for Roman Catholic. 

And then I added "Presbyterians, Lutherans, 7th Day Adventists, Baptists, jihadists...."

With a satisfied look down her nose she scoffed out a meek "we'll have to discuss that at our next meeting." 

I said "of course, I'll organize for each of the groups to be represented, and then we'll arrange the groups and decide which ones will go to heaven, and which ones we will have to obliterate with Guns and Bayonets on the first of next month." 

With that reply, she was satisfied, and we resumed our original conversation about beta fish. 

There was no filter on her remarks steaming from her subconscious. She thought I was ugly. Great, my entire life my great aunt has thought me as an ugly looking child, but wouldn't dare to say so because she had a filter.