The system is failing. Economic insecurity is rampant, the planet is burning and loneliness is at an all-time high. And frankly, in these conditions, I should be getting more erratic literature from modest, homespun polygamist cults capitalizing on the moment, enticing me with the rent-free, abandoned farmhouse its nude members get to share.
But despite the clear opportunity to recruit disaffected Americans of all political creeds, the only cults that seem to be thriving are the ones that require blood sacrifices for economic security. This means there’s a huge, untapped market for potential cults to reach millions of U.S. adults who would gladly worship any number of self-proclaimed alien god-kings, so long as their movement was a unified one, and members only had to self-flagelate weekly.
