Posted on 08/19/2016 5:07:43 AM PDT by Kaslin
I don’t think they will bring home white men. More like rappers, who will be welcome at the dinner table.
And when the arbiters of "fairness" are all career bureaucrats who get to decide what is "fact" and what is "opinion" or what is "lies", things will naturally go swimmingly. We can just put snopes.com in charge of enforcing those heavy fines, right?
Wasn’t there a cartoon with Cruz’s two daughters as monkeys?
My thread on this was deleted in about a minute.
Of course, we will probably see it later in the day as that tends to be what happens . Deleted in the morning only to be allowed later.
Oh and the reason my thread was pulled
“leave the kids alone”
The first amendment definitely needs a re-think.
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Uh, no. That’s the kind of tactic the left likes.
+1
Only problem with that is that the American people are pretty stupid and are propagandized k-12 and college. So for them to recognize untruths is beyond them for the most part.
A chooming, twerking hood rat. Whooda thunkit?
“So for them to recognize untruths is beyond them for the most part.”
Who’s to decide what’s propaganda and what’s truth? You gotta have a blind faith in a person’s ability to see what’s going on in front of him. Or her. Or it.
Seriously, who’s to decide what is propaganda and what is truth? So, like the libs think, everything is relative? Truth is relative? Is that what you are saying?
” Truth is relative? Is that what you are saying?”
I’m saying some believe one thing and some believe the opposite. In most cases one of the beliefs more true than the other, but which is the more true can’t be agreed on.
Some “truths” are indeed relative. Those are really beliefs and not truths.
No, truths are not indeed relative, otherwise they aren’t truths. It doesn’t matter if there is agreement or not, if it is true, it is the truth.
“The first amendment definitely needs a re-think. Starting with licensing ‘journalists’, separating them from ‘propagandists’.
I can hope you aren’t serious, but sadly I fear that you probably are. YOU are the reason for amendment to begin with...
I will pray that one day you will wake up to realize the fascism you are espousing. Do you know who else “licenses journalists?” Kim Jun Il, Mao, Castro, Chavez, and on and on.
They be 1/4 white; right?
Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
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....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
“No, truths are not indeed relative, otherwise they aren’t truths.”
I had ‘truths’ in quotes. The term has different interpretations. Check dictionary.com.
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