You can find that much-needed and not-at-all-crazy perspective in this devastating satire from the mind of Outer Traddery here.
What’s fascinating to me is how the author drops all pretense of admiring the work of people like Mother Teresa caring for the sick and dying, and makes abundantly clear that such work is a disgusting humiliation, that people who do such work are losers, and that his *real* summum bonum is power and prestige.
I take the enmity of such people, not as an insult, but as a badge of honor.
Meanhwhile, my take on the whole thing remains: “Was Burke crucified for you? Were you baptized into the name of Kasper?”