Put on a Guy Fawks mask and drink a shot of whiskey.

It's one more thing.

Armstrong and Getty.

One more thing.

Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.

Words are for the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't that?

Cruelty and injustice, intolerance, and depression.

And where once you have the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit,

you now have sensors and systems of surveillance

coercing your conformity and selecting your submachine.

We need cameras.

How did this happen?

Who's to blame?

Well, certainly there are those who are more responsible than others,

and they will be held accountable.

But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

Oh!

What twist at the end?

What the hell were we listening to there?

That was an excerpt from the movie V for Vendetta, which I believe is largely responsible for the guy foxification fandom that has grown in the last couple decades.

I know nothing about the original incident.

Just they wanted to blow up parliament, right?

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