The lights go down in the theater. Along the top border of the movie screen are secret viewing ports. Infrared video cameras scan the testosterone-frenzied audience to the hottest of the hot, those individuals who really get a rise in blood pressure from degradation and violence.
Telephoto lenses beam in on the eyes of the viewers.
Pupil dilation is measured and recorded against the carefully-engineered subliminal mind manipulation buried in the imagery of the movie. By the end of the movie the five best candidates are picked out of the audience of 200 young men. They will have tasks assigned later. I sure as hell hope so. My extrapolations into the recent history of America are my own, but are shared by a growing number of concerned observers who have supplied me with disturbing, mainstream, correlative material over the past five years.