Posted on 10/23/2020 7:09:27 AM PDT by Kaslin
George Orwell wrote his prophetic masterpiece 1984 barely three years after Europe was liberated from the oppressive grip of Nazi socialism. Victory notwithstanding, Orwell remained preoccupied with the ease and speed with which a nation's freedom could be lost. Freedom's strength was also liberty's fragility — a free people could choose to relinquish freedom. This poignant lesson was Orwell's wake-up call that the great draconian nightmare hadn't ended — it was merely postponed.
This existential threat must have terrified Orwell so deeply that he envisioned the resurgence of a tyrannical society a mere 36 years after the blitzkrieg of World War II. Even with today's 2020 hindsight, one wonders how he could have so accurately predicted the impending demise of civilization. His only miscalculation was the appointed year. Nineteen eighty-four came and went without fanfare despite the chilling effects of a "cold war," a term Orwell coined to describe his "peace that is no peace." His timing may well have proven accurate were it not for one unknown unknown in Orwell's visionary acumen: Ronald Reagan.
Now, 36 years after 1984's forecast, 2020 offers itself as an eerie time portal — a way back to the future of Orwell's prophetic world of freedom lost.
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I agree 100%.
Not only was the content exactly what I think people should be aware of, but it was slickly put together in a polished way.
Too close for comfort
Two minutes of hate has gone to 24/7.
In the dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949), by George Orwell, the Two Minutes Hate is the daily, public period during which members of the Outer Party of Oceania must watch a film depicting the enemies of the state, specifically Emmanuel Goldstein and his followers, to openly and loudly express hatred for them.[1] The political purpose of the Two Minutes Hate is to allow the citizens of Oceania to vent their existential anguish and personal hatreds towards politically expedient enemies: Goldstein and the enemy superstate of the moment. In re-directing the members’ subconscious feelings away from the Party’s government of Oceania, and towards non-existent external enemies, the Party minimises thoughtcrime and the consequent, subversive behaviours of thoughtcriminals.
Can we do the same with the Rosenbergs? I’m good with recognizing both days.
That’s Absurd!
.
I find the
Intolerant
Intolerable.
You said it,
Turned the Nation
into GermAphobes!
Nobody can argue about that they prove it every day.
We have the 2nd. Amendment. Winston Smith didn’t. Big difference.
Although oppression is being led openly by the Dems, don’t forget the Rinos. We can see them in the “never” Trumpers and people like Romney and Collins. Rinos would kill conservatives as quickly as Dems and the Dem CPC methods Of oppression, are fine with the Rinos.
See China’s Sesame Credit system.
The Nextdoor app had a recent posting about Trump. A positive story and it had over 4 dozen posting. Of course there were a few who did not want to see any politics and people pointed out that it could be blocked with the simple dropdown menu in the posting but they wanted no one’s opinion but their own of course.
Someone at nextdoor deleted the postings....
In Office 365 you are tracked and the managers can see say your email. Microsoft scoops up all your files to their server with Onedrive and windows 10.
Yeppers. And a special mention of Hiss who was known to be a communist spy in WW2 but couldn’t be charged without revealing the way he was revealed. Not that even that slowed the FDR Administration from advancing his career any.
We should also include a special mention of that great “truth teller”, Upton Sinclair, who it turns out knew Sacco and Vanzetti we’re guilty from their lawyer’s lips but wrote his pack of Left wing lies called Boston as an exoneration because he knew it would sell better. People (still living) who were in any way harmed in the riots, by Left wingers of course, that resulted should be permitted to sue Sinclair’s estate.
The Left breeds lying scum.
Trees and rope are far cheaper.
We are well into it!
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. |
It’s pretty disgusting to see a once fiercely independent society so easily and quickly reduced to spineless cowards hiding in their houses.
Comrade, we are on the brink of a brave new world unified by single new world order.
Comrade, this is nothing like 1984.
Remember, comrade, that ignorance is strength.
Actually, an apocalyptic dystopian story that describes the world today with much greater accuracy than either 1984 or Brave New World.
You can find it in the Revelation of St. John.
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