|“. . . All reversion to parliamentary forms of struggle, which have become historically and politically obsolete, must be emphatically rejected. . . .”|
So there’s some kind of brash northern family into social justice and outdoorsy pursuits who worship the magic faraway tree and take inordinate pride in not outsourcing their executions to third parties, and a cruel, incestuous bunch of floppy-blond-haired poshos in the south, who are nominally in charge of everything. The northern family could be in charge of everything but they’ve alienated their core voters. The blond southerners can’t quite consolidate their power because they love incest too much, and their son is mostly into pulling the wings off flies.
In a frankly ludicrous rural dwelling a long way from anywhere to the east is one of those ghastly mothers into attachment parenting and home-schooling, which has led to her son becoming a stand-out awful human being in a country full of awful human beings, one who enjoys seeing poor people fall hundreds of feet to their death.