I think all joe clones should immediately be dispatched to members homes. Under the cover of night they should fearlessly scale walls and wade through raging torrents. They then, and only then, can change into their superman outfits.

At a previously synchronised hour they enter the members homes. Being careful not to knock over the banjoes lurking in the shadowy corners. Stealth being the keyword.

They have been issued with torches, that also double as spoons to the untrained ear. They must locate the computers within these homes. They must remove the computers without waking up the six cats dozing on the handmade rug.

THEY MUST DESTROY THE COMPUTERS> THEY MUST DESTROY THE COMPUTERS>THEY MUST DESTROY THE COMPUTERS> (this being their ultimate goal.)

Once all chance of message posting has been anihilated, they must tip toe to the sleeping members bedrooms. Avoiding the bodhran carelessly discarded on the bottom stair after one too many pints of home made scrumpy.

Their mission is perilous, but imperative if global decency is to be upheld. Once within the peaceful confines of the bedrooms, they should endeavour to crawl towards the bed. We recommend crawling on bellies at this stage, so as to avoid the possibility of being caught in the glow from the burger sign flashing on adjoining buildings. They have recieved extensive training in this particularly tricky operation.

Then they must locate the slumbering members better ear, and seductively whisper the subliminal messages, as practised in the weeks before the planned raids.

I MUST NOT HAVE AN OPINION> I MUST NOT DISAGREE> I MUST NOT POST> I WILL BE DELETED>I AM NOT WORTHY>

Once their mission has been carried out, they must retrace their steps. The stairs, the bodhran, the cats, the banjoes, the raging torrents, the walls. Only then do they remove the superman outfits.

They must convene at the previously arranged point, where they will be rewarded with copious amounts of lentil broth, washed down with finest elderflower beer. No expense will be spared.

There will be a small reception committee awaiting their triumphant return. On bended knee they will feel the delicate touch of the shaky egg as it touches their shoulder. Once, then twice. With this touch they lose mortality and the room will be bathed in a golden glow, emanating from their newly appointed haloes.

THIS IS THE ONLY WAY>WE WANT TO SAVE YOU FROM THOUGHT>DO NOT FIGHT THIS DIRECTIVE>IT IS THE ONLY WAY>WE MUST SAVE THE WORLD>IT IS THE ONLY WAY>