In defense of niceness
One of the more consistent themes amongst my coreligionists is an inveighing against niceness.
Nice people are smarmy, treacle-mired milquetoasts, who do not understand the importance of The Battle. They are weak, dull, and enablers of everything that is wrong.
You don't want a nice church, or so I am led to understand. You want a church that zealously defends the Truth, rooting out the blighted falseness of heretical imperfection. You don't want a nice church. You want a church that demands absolute justice, carefully checking the souls of every person for signs of noncompliance.
