Posted on 09/15/2017 4:19:28 AM PDT by Enchante
Exactly. That’s what my dad did and that’s what I’ve been doing for twenty years. My kids know what they believe and why.
The last of the honorable opposition. Now we’re up against thieves revolutionaries communist hate the USA.
Or visiting fellow on whom?
He has a wife (Karen Dynan) and twin daughters. She’s not bad looking.
Well...
They’ve misspelled HE and HIS a lot here.
Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
....... 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. |
In his DREAMS!!!
Why would a prestigious university think someone was qualified to teach based on only two qualifications: treason and sexual confusion? They cannot even pretend that was based on some form of merit or that Bradley Manning had adequate credentials.
Me too. I came up with a quote on the matter back in college: “Never confuse intelligence and intellectualism.” “Intellectuals” are quite often absurdly stupid.
More recently, I started playing Dungeons and Dragons (which is great, btw), and that gave me some more insight as well. There are different ability stats your character can have, and “Intelligence” and “Wisdom” are separate. So, you can be highly intelligent but incredibly lacking in wisdom.
And that’s how I would describe a lot of professors and students I knew in college. Really smart people who excelled in certain areas of study (intelligence), but when it came to something like basic economics and politics (wisdom), they were completely insane and clueless. So, I think D&D has it right: intelligence and wisdom are two different things, and a person can be high in one and low in the other.
I still don't trust Shapiro for his anti-Trump antics on election night and during the election. He was on Steven Crowder's Youtube election coverage pimping the same message the rest of the enemedia was pimping that the exit polls were showing a huge loss for Donald Trump early on. I had to go look at other election coverage because that was disgusting and like the enemedia, later on it proved they were lying.
When you are an anti-Trumper and in lock-step with the enemedia, there is absolutely no reason to trust the guy.
CGato
See my last post about Ben Shapiro. I absolutely do not trust him.
CGato
Karen Dynan?
As long as you get past the buck teeth and beady eyes.
isn’t a “FELLOW” a male? Then what do you call a female “Fellow”, a Fellette?
Very manly.
As George Orwell said, some ideas are so stupid that only an intellectual could believe them.
LOL!
And Boston, itself, is not so good.
Considering the sh*t Manning has been posting on its Twitter account since being released, Trump or Sessions should see to it the freak is brought up on charges again and locked up back where it belongs. The freak is calling for violence to overthrow the USA and demanding no borders. Clearly an enemy of the United states and Obama pardons it.
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