There’s this story in a book about zen teachings. The story goes some dude argued that his appearance and behavior didn’t matter so much because his inner self was good. The other stuff was just surface.
The teacher offers him a fine wine, and he enthusiastically says he would happily take some. The teacher brings out the wine in a jar (one that functions like a bedpan/urinal in that country).
The point: the container of the content matters.
So I am having difficulty drinking the koolaid. I am aware of their machinations, and while they are spouting superficially good ideas – no. Just no. The container has poisoned my taste for the content.