1984
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>“It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week. And only yesterday, he reflected, it had been announced that the ration was to be REDUCED to twenty grammes a week. Was it possible that they could swallow that, after only twenty-four hours? Yes, they swallowed it.”
>George Orwell, 1984
>>509742302 (OP)Chocolate rations sound like a utopia.
>>509744093Nah, the book is quite clear that the chocolate in Oceania is pretty shitty.
>>509745295>swallowers of slogansthat ain't all they're swallowing
>>509744093thats all you're getting though. can't buy any more or anything, and you have to be a party slave to get the ration anyway. sounds like hell.
>>509742302 (OP)Liberals really do be like that
>>509744378I have nothing better to do
>>509749485people who seethe about muh orange man online rarely have anything better to do
>>509749485I ain't complaining - I haven't responded but I'm enjoying it kek
>>509749652Seems the same goes for people who seethe over Trump memes online
>"yes..... they swallowed it"
>>509749652You sound just like the people who seethed about Bush Derangement Syndrome
https://www.deseret.com/2003/12/7/19799473/charles-krauthammer-bush-derangement-syndrome-is-spreading/
Funny how you have to apply the same defenses but can't see you sound exactly like they did.
>'Another example,' he said. 'Some years ago you had a very serious delusion
indeed. You believed that three men, three one-time Party members named
Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford--men who were executed for treachery and
sabotage after making the fullest possible confession--were not guilty of
the crimes they were charged with. You believed that you had seen
unmistakable documentary evidence proving that their confessions were
false. There was a certain photograph about which you had a hallucination.
You believed that you had actually held it in your hands. It was a
photograph something like this.'
>An oblong slip of newspaper had appeared between O'Brien's fingers. For
perhaps five seconds it was within the angle of Winston's vision. It was
a photograph, and there was no question of its identity. It was THE
photograph. It was another copy of the photograph of Jones, Aaronson, and
Rutherford at the party function in New York, which he had chanced upon
eleven years ago and promptly destroyed. For only an instant it was before
his eyes, then it was out of sight again. But he had seen it,
unquestionably he had seen it! He made a desperate, agonizing effort to
wrench the top half of his body free. It was impossible to move so much as
a centimetre in any direction. For the moment he had even forgotten the
dial. All he wanted was to hold the photograph in his fingers again, or at
least to see it.
>'It exists!' he cried.
>'No,' said O'Brien.
>He stepped across the room. There was a memory hole in the opposite wall.
O'Brien lifted the grating. Unseen, the frail slip of paper was whirling
away on the current of warm air; it was vanishing in a flash of flame.
O'Brien turned away from the wall.
>'Ashes,' he said. 'Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not exist.
It never existed.'
I read it every two years or so, it's a fine book.
Also, who do you think owns the media?
>'Another example,' he said. 'Some years ago you had a very serious delusion indeed. You believed that three men, three one-time Party members named Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford--men who were executed for treachery and sabotage after making the fullest possible confession--were not guilty of the crimes they were charged with. You believed that you had seen unmistakable documentary evidence proving that their confessions were false. There was a certain photograph about which you had a hallucination. You believed that you had actually held it in your hands. It was a photograph something like this.'
>An oblong slip of newspaper had appeared between O'Brien's fingers. For perhaps five seconds it was within the angle of Winston's vision. It was a photograph, and there was no question of its identity. It was THE photograph. It was another copy of the photograph of Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford at the party function in New York, which he had chanced upon eleven years ago and promptly destroyed. For only an instant it was before his eyes, then it was out of sight again. But he had seen it, unquestionably he had seen it! He made a desperate, agonizing effort to wrench the top half of his body free. It was impossible to move so much as a centimetre in any direction. For the moment he had even forgotten the dial. All he wanted was to hold the photograph in his fingers again, or at least to see it.
>'It exists!' he cried.
>'No,' said O'Brien.
>He stepped across the room. There was a memory hole in the opposite wall. O'Brien lifted the grating. Unseen, the frail slip of paper was whirling away on the current of warm air; it was vanishing in a flash of flame. O'Brien turned away from the wall.
>'Ashes,' he said. 'Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not exist. It never existed.'
>>509749920Somebody should really make a meme with Trumps promises and their realizations.
Preferably only the real absurd ones and put it in a nice, readable format.
I'm saying this because anons often make those shizoid sheets that you can't fit to screen width because of the tiny letters and when you expand them they take up 5 screens of schizo rambling.
I'd do it but I'm not as versed in American politics and stuff. Tariffs, Epstein list, JFK files (partially disclosed but meh), was it something about UFOs, Jan 6 protesters etc
>>509742302 (OP)>solves obesityIs there a problem here? Goyim can't even be trusted to eat reaponsibly.
>>509750309>Also, who do you think owns the media?I narrowed it down to Palestinians, Russians or the Chinese but I can't decide which ones exactly.
>>509742302 (OP)>GoldsteinWhat did Orwell mean by this?
Chickens
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>>509750503Looks like we may never know
>>509752432Hadn't seen that one before... kek'd me
