Apparently this is an annual ritual, and my shock on seeing it for the first time pales in comparison to knowing that people do this, voluntarily, every damn year.
I thought the whole point of Christ dying was to save everyone else, so excuse me if I don’t see the point of this whole thing. What, God is supposed to like you better because you’ve gone through a fraction of what his son supposedly went through?
It’s unbelievable what sane people would do under the influence of religion- it’s apparently a force more powerful than the strongest hallucinogenic.