Maggie's Farm

Sometimes --a man appears.

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.)