“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother”
It hasn't been 40 years for me, but I distinctly remember the huge anti-war marches against GW1. Does not anyone recall "no blood for oil"?
Observing the impressive power of the state media to erase all history and institutional memories of the past is akin to realizing I've been fighting the wrong fight.
It's hard to admit, but it really is all over; I guess I do love Big brother.