As Dear Leader sweeps the Nations into his grasp like so many little bottles of booze from a Minibar, a benighted few Heathens cling on to their illusions of national sovereignty and self-determination.

I say unto you, the only choice is between accepting Dear Leader and denying him, inviting thereby the retribution of the Almighty.

These Heathens failed to accept Dear Leader and resisted His Missionaries. Just look at them. Do they look happy? Do you want to end up like them?

These new Believers accepted Dear Leader just in time. Their faces are lambent with the moral clarity only the Blessed know.

These Heathens accepted Dear Leader a little too late. Timing is everything.

Consider how much sweeter it is to accept Dear Leader than to be blown to bits by a high-tech ordnance delivery vector in the course of Dear Leader's global power projection. Think about it. Then surrender.

posted by grytpype at 6:07 PM