Is this Romania, North Korea, Zimbabwe or the Soviet Union where every aspect of our lives has to do with Dear Leader and Our Great Mother? Everything like this is just another step closer to the inevitable civil war that’ll make the 1860’s look like a Sunday School recital.
When Dear Leader appears there will be a triple rainbow, a herd of prancing Unicorns showering His children with Skillets and a flock of birds singing in human voices.
Dear Leader will emerge from a giant clam shell, garbed in purple robes and a laurel crown and surrounded by Doric columns to introduce the broadcast in his magnificent baritone.
Comrade: Thought crime does not entail death. Thought crime is death. Death to the reactionary running jackals and braying hyenas. Let a million flowers bloom. Long life to Dear Leader!