We shall clash in the roadway, with our sons and daughters looking on, and previously held standards of acceptable behavior and beliefs will be obsolete. The gentlemen who incited us now adjudicate disputes and settle them violently.
I will salute the set of principles upon which the new state is founded, accept credit for the overthrow of the previous regime, feel joy about the pervasive transformation, and seize my six-string and perform music as I once did. And then I will genuflect in the fervent hope that we shan't be deceived once more.
Transformation was imperative and we were well aware of that the entire time. But all that really happened was that we were freed from the previous establishment. Circumstances seem absolutely identical and things are just as they've always been because we're still upholding the same old values.
If, perchance, my family survives this upheaval, I'll keep them and myself out of all this. I'll have all my official forms ready for inspection and look up, beaming with the knowledge that the mesmerized are always truthful. Are you aware of that fact?
Yes! The roadway is unchanged, as far as I can tell. Incidentally, all the propaganda has been removed. The progressive factions have now become conservative and everybody's facial hair is lengthier than it was yesterday.
Yes! Allow me to introduce you to the new supervisor, who is no different from the previous supervisor.