Big Brother is here
Yes, this picture was posted in my recent essay ACHTUNG! Juden!
For a change of pace, we don't think of the words but visage of those two.
On our left, we see vapid nymphette adept at throwing softball questions to the various grifters she interviews. Such an incisive appearance! Just imagine the depth of understanding and knowledge inside the brunette's deceivingly bland exterior. Oh, the wit just jumps out at us. Please, dear nymphette, can I be a guest on your program? After all, I am a talking Alligator of no repute, neither fair or fowl.
Now turn our gaze to the right, the right which is not correct nor politically Right. There we see the official face of Big Brother. Blue tie. Dark jacket. Gray-blue shirt. Cold, squinty eyes. Yes, this man is Authority. He must be believed--because WE say so.
Soon, you will see posters with this man's steely gaze peering at you wherever you go. A tiny cameral hidden inside the poster will record your responses. Remember to smile or your "vaccine" chip will give you a painful shock.
We offer you a choice, fellow ants: Either two minutes of Hate or one second of electroshock. Your choice.
Cause I said so.