One Sentence. Supervisor
“But I will only say one sentence and your soul shall be supervised”, rumbles the big brother, shaking his hips. And so do we. Entirely purposeful, inspiring dogmatic obedience. And suddenly things don’t seem so bad anymore. The dancy kraut pop forces the masses to sway incessantly. Who supervises the supervisor? Nobody. Not necessary as long as we can be part of his inauguration – we already trust in him blindly.