In a discussion about Screens vs. Hymnals, a man from a certain age demographic articulated his preference for screens, commenting:

Oh the humanity! Oh those barbaric days of technological primitivism: the Dark Ages when members of the LCMS lived by the law of club and fang, of leaf and spine, still senselessly enduring the nightmare of hard covers and ink upon paper (Paper? Heaven forfend!)? Scarcely one in a hundred young people could even imagine the interminable horror of it all. And we, the survivors who lived through the sheer unimaginable hell of those days: a cold and loveless epoch of literal torture in our churches, have stoically purged it from our post-traumatic minds.

It made me think of a similar situation, and how a fellow traveler might respond in kind: