Sad and bleak

There’s a pagan sadness to these little “Remnant” groups, so clearly destined to wither like little flowers. Very often you find a few truly beautiful souls in them (often born into them), and a great deal of stoic pride that is trying soldier on to the Millennium through sheer dint of will. Such pride typically results in the sort of control freak behavior seen in the article. It’s a pride that has no patience or room for the weak slobs which most of us are, and tends to go to its grave sounding like Hitler’s Last Will and Testament, blaming the followers for not being worthy of the Greatness of their founder.