For the communal good, he raised his voice as he said it. His nose was up in the air, he was looking down on the screen, he glowed dim white, he sqeaked. Beagles moaned low everywhere, they knew of his previous communal good declarations. They lost some family members, they lost some blood. Everybody in the dog houses knew what communal good meant, that's what the midnight howls are all about.
For the communal good, send away the dirty, even though they are pure. Punish the defiant, even though they are right. Tell us X, as we look at Y. Lie to our faces. What goes up will come down.
In a heap of a pile of a stack of trash. Where it belongs, in the landfill of history. Keep the oceans clean, leave the water to the future, love the ice, ban all billboards. Reject the community thieves. They'll do anything for a bag of bitcoins.