Posted on 01/22/2017 11:07:18 AM PST by Rockitz
It’s funny. Crowd size was never of any importance to the media when it came to TEA Party or Trump rallies. Or Hillary campaign events.
I'm glad to see a guy I once admired immensely but sadly, came to regard as yet another disappointment of Beltway elitists who, when they looked out on the rest of the country, saw us all as the toothless, banjo playing inbreds from "Deliverance."
He's managed to redeem himself - a smidggen, maybe.
You must have arrived early! :-)
Fight back! Don’t get even. Get ahead!
I wish Trump would have worn a smaller crowd size as a badge of honor.
“This is D.C. where the swamp dwellers live. I am going to drain the swamp. 92% of D.C. residents voted against the American people taking back control of the government. Out in REAL America, where REAL Americans live, the viewership on TV and streaming over the internet was larger than any past inauguration. That is the audience that matters!”
His (Spicer) whole point was the press lying about this administration from day one:
Bust of Martin Luther King
Reception of the speech at the CIA
Crowd size veiwing inauguration
that was day one of propaganda. Spicer pushed back as he should have
HOORAY Kellyanne Conway. Rethink. Rebuke.
Wasn’t Todd one of those implicated by name and specific deed in collusion with the ‘rats in the DNC email leaks? - I want to know why Todd and the rest of those implicated have ever been confronted with those emails and made to answer for what they were involved in - let’s be clear on both sides, Chuck.....
Absolutely - they don’t show the Mall after it did fill up, then Chuck uses the words small, petty, ridiculous OVER AND OVER to try to delegitimize Spicer out of the gate.
And some stupid people will buy his schtick.
That was exquisite! Linear + comprehensive = very nicely done. Kudos!
The lack of respect from the press is unbelievable. Charlie ROse was shocked this morning when Ari Fleicher revealed the well known fact that the lying media no longer has the trust of the people.
I can almost guarantee you there are TERABYTES of video of this crowd from ALL angles and locations extending for a VERY long period of time!!
Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
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....... 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. |
I doubt that the 2009 crowd had to go thru the scrutiny that Friday's did; just to get ONTO the Mall!
Even down to the third and fourth generation?
Then they'd better tell us WHAT time these 'equivalents' were taken!!
Two hours before the ceremony?
One?
During??
'Fess up; Dudes!
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