The committee was a conglomeration of nincompoops,

The committee was a conglomeration of nincompoops, busy bodies, and ne'er-do-wells. They were the puppet masters behind the movie ratings board.

The censorship committee played as strings to the puppet masters by only letting movies that provided a positive reflection of they regime. Citizens were unaware of the propaganda

because they were too busy acting like the weren't affected by the propaganda. Instead, they wound up mindlessly perpetuating it. These citizens were called hipsters.

They populated lakeview well enough it drove the poor people out.

Lakeview became a sterile gated "community" or rich man's ghetto. The Zuckermans, Ellisberg's Barfoz's, and Gutless's lived behind their monitor festuned iron fences

perusing catalogs for killer watchbots. The catalogs were in actual high gloss heavy stock paper. With the finest print runs still going. Killer watchbots were going to be big with

the kids this Xmas(tm), but everyone who was anyone had already started looking for the next superstar. You could barely get through a commercial cycle without someone jumping the

shark and leaving the Top of the Pops wide open for anyone with half a stick of talent to climb aboard for their 15 minutes of fame. There wasn't even time to make T-shirts before

the poor man's Tiny Tim hit the stage, "tip toe"-ing through his own metaphorical tulips for he was worth. I had to hand it to him, for a recently escaped mental patient, he was

keeping time and staying on-key. The audience, not expecting a novelty act, sat in silent shock—until a guy in the front chuckled. The psycho-Tiny clobbered him with his ukulele.