Editor: these denizens of plasticine culture brought to you by the stupid sixties laughed at everyone who fought Communism, defended the good values of hearth and home. Now they are old and laughable, but they still despise the things they despised as children, and they haven't grown a bit. Thankfully, their children think as much of their cockeyed religious sentiments as they thought of their parents' sensible ones. Unfortunately, their children will probably treat them worse than they treated their parents; aww, payback's rough.
More sympathy for the devil is coming from various parts, but that's no big thing. Father Z's depiction of these miscreants is actually pretty funny. These Sixty Eighters can't go away fast enough. Who will clean up after them when they've gone? There's a lot of bad art, irremedially uglified and ugly churches, twister games and self-help manuals to hurl into a dumpster after the last of them finally goes to their reward.