My dad, Uber-Boomer-Prime (not a boomer in age, but in foolish worldview), grew up in poverty. He's agnostic, talks only about money and how to get it (all the false promise ways you'd hear on FOX), and sees the world as a game one can win, "if one is in." He made it to the upper half of middle class by the time I was out of high school.

He wanted me to get into golf, Masons, MENSA (? lol), and so on, growing up--"where business deals happen. You need to get into that culture." So I was in the Order of DeMolay growing up. (Masons for those below 21, 20, 19, 18--depending on the state.)

When ourguys say it's Judaism for goyim, they've got the pulse of it.
Enlightment-lens humanitarian ethics wrapped in mystery rituals interrupting a (primarily) social club.

(No, I'm not in it. I dropped out of DeMolay the day I could, before the cut-off age. I hated every adult there, in a way that made me sad.)