As Western culture goes: way back about 30yrs or so when I lived in Blfd Twp MI, there was a jog in the road (Evergreen at the Rouge River) where the home owner had a very crooked domestic pine on his property. Each time I drove by that site, I'd say to myself: "Wow you little (actually about 12' in height) crooked thing, I wonder how you got that way and it gives you character my friend. I wish you wellness and long life". That was year after year and as I'd begin the corner and down the slop towards the bridge over the Rouge, I'd say a little prayer for the tree, knowing full well that someday, some owner of the property was going to get out there and saw that damn crooked pine down because it was 'there'.
The day I drove around that corner and spotted the stump about a foot off the ground I was devastated. I knew it would happen but I could not believe that the damn fool really had that bug to knock it out.) A few weeks later the stump was removed and in it's place a straight as a Christmas tree about 4' Spruce was planted.
I said some prayers for the previous old fella who was an P. Strobus. (Eastern White Pine).
The mind of the Western: Bauhaus, Teutonic, Formal, rational and predictable. If it's in the way: cut it down! ( same mentality when it comes to tearing down the 'old 19th century buildings in an urban environment here in the US.) Witness: City of Detroit.