Outsiders are in, insiders are out. Populism goes the people. Keep your bottle of red, keep your bottle of blue, we're going with the clear liquid this time. We want to see through it. No more roofies from the employees.
The lake must be dried, the bottom must be examined, the stumps must be cleared, the beaches must be combed. Get a rocket eye view, down with the tyrants. They'll go kicking, screaming, and changing the subject. Back to skin tint, ignoring skin thickness once again. Mock them relentlessly, bleed their sour cancer.
For laughs, of course, but also to save them. Their brains are confused and frightened. It's fight or flight or shave your head and join the Dry War. Their choices are dwindling. Hang in there, maybe they can get to Mars one day.
