We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Look, you want to rub up against the shiznit from time to time and stand your hair on end with the static electricity of a hundred galaxies. You want to stay clear out of Liberaceland and trod the stones along the cutting edge of the interstellar flapdoodle. Perhaps you wish to forestall the march of time and feed from the power of the In Crowd like some funky vampire. Here is your new leader. Follow the TechnoViking to your salvation. If you have any infirmities, deformities or deficiencies, he will cure them; or at least beat the holy hell out of anyone that makes fun of you over them. Or he will kill you. It's your choice.
Not really. Techno-Viking will choose for you, for he does not just lead; he rules.
(Slight warning: There's a curse word in print on the screen at the end. But the Techno Viking does not speak curses. There is no need.)
Okay BD... though I think it a stretch. I didn't see anything enigmatic there either. But maybe that's just me. I just saw good ol' German anarchy wanna be's. Though I have no idea where that was filmed.... maybe LA.