At first, Tim didn’t understand why all the men and boys in his new town almost seemed like clones of each other. Polite, strictly groomed, clean-cut. Tim didn’t understand some of the commercials that came on his TV at night either. But in just a few days, after Tim slid on his pair of tighty whities, the same type as every other man and boy in town, and sat down in front of his TV for Mandatory Civilian Viewing, Tim understood his place very well.


















