The guy was such a great salesman that he sold his soul to the devil himself in exchange for eternal rebirths.
You might think that that was not such a good deal for the devil; when the hell would he get that soul?
Well, never, obviously, but every rebirth would guarantee the devil millions of souls from the dupes that bought into the greatest salesman’s offers. Thus, it was a win-win deal.
With the same dexterity, charisma, and efficiency the greatest salesman could convince the oppressed farmers of a frigid steppe as well as those from a tropical island that a totalitarian regime was actually better for them than any form of autocracy, god forbid democracy!
In his name, the oppressed would become the oppressors of their own people and they would commit enough acts of revolutionary free will as to satisfy the devil’s thirst for new souls.
The greatest salesman keeps dying and reemerging in relatively new shapes, but ultimately identical form. No matter how many bad product reports are filed, or how many bad reviews his products get, he keeps sailing even in places where his products are actually not needed.
Of course, he always gets some help from the market; all salespeople do. He will slither through the tiniest gap and work his way inside any social fabric. It will tear it apart so that so good mending will ever be possible.
And thus, the world will keep wandering around wearing ragged clothes bought on specials at the dark showcases of human stupidity.
Source
"What a pretty government you have!"
"No. Yours is prettier".
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