There are ways to fight back against the destructive zeitgeist that I see as being under the influence of powerful misanthropic forces. One of these is to take a popular tune and transform the lyrics, get it performed well, and post it. Should others like it too, it will take on a life of its own. At which point I’d pray that its new life might save a few people from their self-destruction or the destruction of their children as perhaps did the original.
My update of the classic folk tune, reinvigorated by The Animals in the 1960s, would be entitled: A House That Transforms Our Sons. The following squib is my final stanza.
Tell your children
Don’t do what I have done
And condemn your life
to sterile misery
At a house where they transform your son.