Let me tell a story. When I was a child, my mother and her mother had a method for making me behave: scare the ever-loving shit out of me. Instead of teaching me right from wrong, or simply telling me to cut the crap, something was going to get me. I was scared to death of many things. For example:
Lightening (Chiffon butter TV ads "it's not nice to fool mother nature" included a thunderclap that drove me screaming to my room)
Mannequins (I can still remember being in a dress shop my father was doing work on, screaming in terror that "the atticans are going to get me!"
There were many, many other things I feared in similar ways. As I grew up, it became obvious that mannequins and butter ads were not really scary, and that I had been sold a phony bill of goods by elders who couldn't be bothered to properly teach good behavior. You might see why now "the devil is going to get you" doesn't really pack a punch with me. To me, religion functions like that phony bill of goods I was sold as a child, except on a larger scale.
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