I was just accosted by a Moonie. In the lobby of the Snow Building.

As soon as he said he was from the Unification Church, I just said two words. “Please leave.”

I knew people who were suckered into going to their “ranch” in Boonville, only to find that they were never left alone with their thoughts, never allowed to speak in private with anyone who wasn’t a cult member, had trouble getting their belongings back or transport out of the remote hills. And the worst: they were awakened every morning by someone bursting into the dormitory singing “When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along.”

People have killed over less. Especially before their first cup of coffee.