Well, I know where the phrase comes from. One day I walk in the house and see my mother crying, watching TV, and pictures of a lot of people laying down. My mo

Well, I know where the phrase comes from. One day I walk in the house and see my mother crying, watching TV, and pictures of a lot of people laying down. My mother was NOT a crier, so this scared the crap out of me as a child, and is probably why I remember it so starkly today. At some point years later I came to learn what was actually going on that day. (My mother was also not an explainer.) I wince when I hear the phrase used casually. But of course, people have largely forgotten the deeply dark connotations it has. Anyway, even though we can’t ensure radicalized sects don’t form, simply ignoring them as the post above mine suggested, is not any kind of solution. As we’ve seen, such groups won’t necessarily be satisfied to just talk among themselves.