Jan 31 2013

Room 101

Please admit that we were right.

You see, that’s what all the hippie kicking comes down to.  The monumental ego of the predestined, God-ordained elite who can not possibly ever be wrong because they are successful and privileged and a just deity could not allow wickedness to go unpunished.

It logically follows the unsuccessful and under privileged are wicked and must be punished you see.

Part 3, Chapter 4

He had capitulated, that was agreed. In reality, as he saw now, he had been ready to capitulate long before he had taken the decision. From the moment when he was inside the Ministry of Love — and yes, even during those minutes when he and Julia had stood helpless while the iron voice from the telescreen told them what to do — he had grasped the frivolity, the shallowness of his attempt to set himself up against the power of the Party. He knew now that for seven years the Thought police had watched him like a beetle under a magnifying glass. There was no physical act, no word spoken aloud, that they had not noticed, no train of thought that they had not been able to infer. Even the speck of whitish dust on the cover of his diary they had carefully replaced. They had played sound-tracks to him, shown him photographs. Some of them were photographs of Julia and himself. Yes, even … He could not fight against the Party any longer. Besides, the Party was in the right. It must be so; how could the immortal, collective brain be mistaken? By what external standard could you check its judgements? Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought. Only!

The pencil felt thick and awkward in his fingers. He began to write down the thoughts that came into his head. He wrote first in large clumsy capitals:


Then almost without a pause he wrote beneath it:


But then there came a sort of check. His mind, as though shying away from something, seemed unable to concentrate. He knew that he knew what came next, but for the moment he could not recall it. When he did recall it, it was only by consciously reasoning out what it must be: it did not come of its own accord. He wrote:


He accepted everything. The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia. Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford were guilty of the crimes they were charged with. He had never seen the photograph that disproved their guilt. It had never existed, he had invented it. He remembered remembering contrary things, but those were false memories, products of self deception. How easy it all was! Only surrender, and everything else followed. It was like swimming against a current that swept you backwards however hard you struggled, and then suddenly deciding to turn round and go with the current instead of opposing it. Nothing had changed except your own attitude: the predestined thing happened in any case. He hardly knew why he had ever rebelled. Everything was easy, accept!

Anything could be true. The so-called laws of Nature were nonsense. The law of gravity was nonsense. ‘If I wished,’ O’Brien had said, ‘I could float off this floor like a soap bubble.’ Winston worked it out. ‘If he thinks he floats off the floor, and if I simultaneously think I see him do it, then the thing happens.’ Suddenly, like a lump of submerged wreckage breaking the surface of water, the thought burst into his mind: ‘It doesn’t really happen. We imagine it. It is hallucination.’ He pushed the thought under instantly. The fallacy was obvious. It presupposed that somewhere or other, outside oneself, there was a ‘real’ world where ‘real’ things happened. But how could there be such a world? What knowledge have we of anything, save through our own minds? All happenings are in the mind. Whatever happens in all minds, truly happens.

And yet two and two make four and nothing more regardless how much you newspeak five (or orange for that matter).

The emperor is butt naked and is and always has been monumentally and monstrously wrong about-

  • Iraq
  • Torture
  • Star Chamber Trials
  • Spying on Citizens without warrants
  • Execution without trials
  • A horrendous litany of War Crimes including Wars of Aggression and deliberate targeting of civilians and first responders
  • Economics in general and theft and corruption in particular

to name but a few.

You may censor me, break me, or kill me and yet as Eddington observed- “if your theory is found to be against the second law of thermodynamics I can give you no hope; there is nothing for it but to collapse in deepest humiliation.”


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  1. ek hornbeck
  2. Oaktown Girl

    check you out! (I “told you” under one of your comments at DKos).

    1984 is probably my favorite book. Not exactly a “feel-good” book of course, but I find the depth of the truth within it to be liberating, and that has a certain “feel good” effect on me, which helps counteract the constant stream of propaganda and lies which engulfs us in this walking-dead, crumbling empire of a country of ours.

    Anyway…hello there!

  3. ek hornbeck

    TheMomCat calls this scheme “The Park”, I call it “Earth Tone” (as opposed to “Relentless Winter“).

    Anyway, this is where we write for real and don’t just mendicant for meaningless mojo.

    If you want to publish things that could expose you, don’t cross post under your regular handle.  We don’t care how many times you register, just don’t abuse that to simulate approval and interest.

    Have fun in the world of small sites.  It may not seem like anyone is paying attention, but I read everything.

  4. Oaktown Girl

    for the caution. My main first impression of this site was it’s probably ok to be critical of the President and Democrats without getting your head bitten off. Is it really a concern that someone may read something I write here and hound me because of it back at that other site? Is that what you mean by “expose”?

    LOL on the video choice!

  5. ek hornbeck

    Not that I’m immune, but banning me again would be an admission of error in allowing me back.

    Anyone who cares knows what my standards are.

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