I met a reveller from an antique land
Who said: A vast and trunkless elephant of stone
Stand on the Mall. Near it, on the sand,
Half witted, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of old demand,
Tell that his sponsor well those passions flamed
Which can't survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that bilked them and the heart that fled:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Cruzymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, my Party, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of their colossal dreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Johnny Orangeman: "Yo, Mr Cruz, this healthcare we cooked up is the BOMB, man! EVERYBODY wants it... but it keeps turning blue... everything it touches turns blue, bitch!"
Hindenberg: "Nothing is sold in this town unless it's OUR product... and OUR product is RED! We'll dye it with food color, or add chili powder if we have to! And ours will stay 99.9 % pure profit!"
Hindenberg: "Everything I've done, I've done for Freedom and my Family Values."