Yea verily it is the season and year of the vast duel of those mighty manure spreaders, throwing the long hoarded dried dung upon the masses, filled with the perverted seed of long obsolete ideas about majesty and serfdom.
In the little 'villes the 535 old little blacksmiths forge fresh chains for the serfs, and the serfs are glad to help them.
You see, these chains will be better and newer even though they appear just as the old ones.