It was nearly eleven hundred, and in the Records Department, where Winston worked, they were dragging the chairs out of the cubicles and grouping them in the centre of the hall opposite the big telescreen, in preparation for the Two Minutes Hate....
The Hate had started.
As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago (how long ago, nobody quite remembered), had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure.
Replace "Goldstein" with "Bush" and you have the DUmmies in a nutshell. Except they spend much longer than two minutes a day wallowing in their hatred.
Actually Orwell mean Goldstein to represent Trotsky. BTW, 1984 is basically a satire on the Bolsheviks. Big Brother is Stalin and I even recognized Kamenev and Zinoviev type characters in there.