You know, we joke about the compound here, but our compound is for our post-apocalyptic good. After peak oil and a few flu pandemics, you will find yourself, strolling out of the Ross Richie Memorial Comic Book Preservation Vault, nodding judiciously and saying "Verily, John's obsession with hy-grid energy and canned goods was worthwhile, as we are still playing World of Warcraft* on wind-powered LAN networks, while the howls of the under-people echo off our environmentally sustainable wall-spikes." It's an empowerment compound. We encourage our younglings to go off and form satellite compounds nearby. And, if the tomato crop is thin again this year, may well mandate it.
I'd heard about Dominionists, of course (that Wikipedia article is remarkably fair-minded. I am less so). The whole Patriarch movement I'd seen creeping around also. But I'd never really paid it mind -- and so never really dropped a mental stone into the Patriarch mine-shaft to see how far it fell -- until World O'Crap broke out a big examination of movement bigwig Philip Lancaster's latest essay.
I'm not even going to try ... just read it.
The incredible mix of personal hubris and societal intolerance here is ... it is fucking MAGNIFICENT. I could not imagine talking with someone like this -- even polite elevator conversation -- for more than three seconds before the sheer force of The Crazy physically forced me back, like an overpressure blast. Seriously. Wow.
*(Why are WoW servers still functioning? Because the Chinese took them over completely in 2011.)