Just imagine being dragged kicking and screaming from your carboard boxes behind a dumpster by the local cadre and through the front door of one of these monstrosities. Staring despondently into the distance as the cadre official explains that they’ve drawn a warm bath for you, that there are fresh towels in the airing cupboard and she’ll leave the keys on the kitchen counter.

Imagine how worried you’d be if they did that to a family member.