He looks over the pile of gifts for Mother, which is growing larger with every passing minute.

Turning, he spies the Police notice, walks over, rips it to shreds, and shouts at the top of his voice (which really isn't very loud at the moment)

“Forget it,
coppers!
Anachronistic
anarchy rules,
time is a myth
foisted onto
the
proletariat
by the fat cat
bosses!! Arise,
you
downtrodden!
You have
nothing to
lose but your
chains!
Revolution
now!!!!”