This is one of the many recruiting posters devised for and on behalf of Her Excellency Mother Culture. The subtext reads:
If you join me in the glorious wage slave revolution, if you
toe the line with only a minimum of acceptable questioning, if you agree that
the privations attaching to the primitive persuasion are the due reward of the
lower life forms, if you accept that the space between the tram lines as
defined by me is the only proper place to subsist, if you follow my commands
and conditioning at all times, and if your aspirations are limited to those
which I say are worthy, then you, too, can have little glass ornaments to make
your Christmas season all the more joyful.
I sometimes wonder how we got here.
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