I was in a very small Scottish village last year when a very stupid drunken teenage girl vandalised a war memorial right in front of me. She pulled up a small cross that someone had placed there as a remembrance to someone that lost their life and casually tossed it into the road. She then staggerd off, probably to get her eggs fertilised by her equally drunken teenage boyfriend.
I walked out into the road to pick it up and actually stopped myself from picking it up "because it was a dungy idol" How stupid is that, i shook the feeling and picked it and and put it back. It surprised me though because it brought home just how strongly ingrained my old beliefs still are.