C++ is basically that friend who says "I'll warn you this is a terrible idea" and then hands you the chainsaw anyway. Casting bits to arbitrary types? Sure! The compiler will give you a stern lecture about memory safety and undefined behavior, but ultimately shrug and say "your funeral, buddy."
This is the twisted romance of C++ development—a toxic relationship where you're given enough rope to hang your entire codebase, and you thank the language for it. "That's why I love C++" indeed. Stockholm syndrome has never been so efficiently compiled.