“The air was thick with the whirling of machinery and men, soot and sweat, but above the ancient grinding and grunts, a timeless shrill tone bore purchase upon a particular pair’s ears. In a humble Austrian village where murder was bad, and where killing, maiming, and otherwise inconveniencing others by accident was also bad, a glorious youth of immaculate destiny was released from the first prison he would face to find the air of his chosen people- those for whom he would dedicate his life. Those he would ceaselessly elevate to their rightful position. This is the story of a man who rose above the lashings of sheep to offer the world its truest chance at purity. Killing is bad, especially genocide.“

Yeah, I dunno whether this criticism solves anything.