Sacred Haven of Debauchery

When my daughter was in school, I sent her to study in the USA, in Wisconsin. After three years, she returned completely Americanized, full of all these absurd, egocentric ideas about individuality. I was upset and sent her to Beirut to join the partisans. I wanted her to be re-educated there. She spent four years there, washing under an old oil rig and washing her clothes by hand. I told her never to return to Japan. I also asked the partisans not to send her back. You can imagine what kind of father I am. At first, she really hated me, but later she suggested that her younger sister join her. They both seem to like it. The partisans are kind, united, and take care of their units. It’s a good training.