Nuclear-powered rhetoric mutating the follicles of erratic hard men the world over, all set against the photoshopped back drop of sterile discipline and those sharpened suits to disguise the psychic f#cking mess on the inside.
A captive audience of circle jerks to add a low-level buzz of meaning to the proceedings. Stockholm Syndrome en masse for the powerless to join the pig parade and fill the big void where a soul should be.