Y’know, I’m reminded of the Christian summer camp my folks sent me to when I was 10, going on 11; mostly, I remember spending $30 on seashell necklaces for my mom (her birthday was coming up), being forced to switch cabins because I was tall for my age and they didn’t believe I was only 10, and getting told that the government would just randomly decide to become supervillains one day and start chopping off peoples’ heads because bwa-ha-ha-ha foreclosing on orphanages and twirling mustaches are so last season.
The next year they sent me to a Christian summer camp with horses. There, I learned that human life actually has no value, and we’re all worthless, evil, horrible monsters who need to grovel before our perfect creator so he doesn’t step on us like the filthy dung beetles we are.
My point is, if your idea of fun involves scaring people into towing the company line, or shredding their sense of self-worth so they feel they have no choice but to cleave to you like you were the only door floating away from the Titanic, then I do most cordially invite you to go fffffffffuck yourself.