In summertime you can see the signs on his arms, his legs and his neck. It’s the usual variety of nazi symbols just beneath the threshold for prosecution (displaying a swastika approvingly is illegal in Germany).

He’ll grow older with all that hard to remove shit on his skin, pedaling away like a slave under minimum wage conditions, while indulging in grandiose fantasies of revenge, supremacy and glory.

He and his ilk are enough of a threat to leave no room for pity.