Our Hutterites

Ok, if you know anything about Tokyo Slim, you know my admiration for the Hutterites. In a word: Efficient. When I was a kid in New York, we had the Amish around. Nice people, but they wasted so much time without electricity and gas-powered engines. It drove me nuts to think about it.
Then you got your Hutterites. They got the gas powered engines, the electricity. “They play the guitars on the MTV.” Okay, not really, but compared to the Amish, they rock! They appeared to be the high-tech, blasphemous Amish.
The bad Amish got kicked outta New York, so they ran West to Ohio. The bad ones there got kicked out again and ran to Montana and changed their name to the Hutterites. That was my 3 minute theory.
Then I began to study them… When they go to Walmart, it's all "in, grab it, pay for it, out." I was impressed. And I told people," Those Hutterites are efficient, man."
Then I had the chance to check out the digs at the Hutterite Colony near Ulm, Montana. I saw the organization of their place; nice. They had housing areas set up better than a military base, all lined up, symmetrical and organized. Neat, tidy, not flashy, efficient.
Wow, they have uniforms, barracks-type family unit housing, non-whimsical/non-meandering shopping methods, organized work-place and family-unit housing area, well structured schooling, a daily schedule you could set the atomic clock to… These Sons-of-Guns are Efficient!

Here's a picture of some Hutterite Boys in front of the housing.

Here's a picture of a row of housing. It's all the same, so tell the Johnson's to kiss yer ass, the competition's over.

Then I saw this picture, what the hell?:

The Alcohol, the DVD's for those boring stake-outs, The CIA Operative in the background reporting back to Big-Brother. You know that metallic tubing on the right is tied to Roswell!
I'm starting to think we've all been duped. Was it all just a hoax? Were all the Hutterites just a front for a bigger Operation? Were the Hutterites monitoring us at Walmart? Seeing what we buy, what we waste our time on? Did they see me at the Five-Dollar-DVD-Bin for more than a minute? Were there cameras hidden in the beards and bonnets of our silent societal co-habitants?
My suspicion is raised, as well as my guard.