Marketing The Dead

We were sitting in a fast-food place and I said, "Are you telling me that your leader knows all truth, that he can't lie?"
"How can he lie, he was taught by God."
"He can't make a mistake?"
"I b'lieve everything he tells me."
"What about thinking for yourself, questioning . . ?"
"That's what I like about him, I no longer have to be in that confusion of thinking about stuff.  He tells me who and what to b'lieve and what not to b'lieve, what and who to like and what and who to hate."
"Don't you think that makes you like a slave?"

"You know I was in the penitentiary and we had people coming in making us feel guilty for things we did, telling us we had to accept responsibility for our actions.  And when he came in it was like when you sleeping and somebody wakes you up.  It's like you was dead.  Listening to him I felt it wasn't my fault I done that thieving and robbing; it was them rich and powerful people who run society causing me to do them things."
"So your life is in the hands of someone else?  You can't make a decision for yourself?  Then, you belong in an institution, need someone to to be responsible for you, as if you were a child.  What do you think about that?"
"Uh . . . I don't need to think about it . . . uh, you want that biscuit on your plate?  You ain' gon' eat it, is you?"