The Ministry of Propaganda lied about the size of the crowd on 9/12/2009.
I was there. It was the biggest demonstration Washington has ever seen. They have made that event go down the memory hole because it scared the establishment of both parties and the Ministry of Propaganda so bad.
There was a wide angle picture taken from the Capitol that showed just how enormous the crowd was and it is now gone.
Can’t find it anywhere.
Even finding any images of that day is difficult.
Wow. Didn’t know that. Thank goodness this 8 year nightmare is over.
I was ther too! An IU professor said 1.6 million of us.I have that picture, Freedomworks sold them. I think it was Tom Price that took the photographer up in the capitol.It was an amazing experience to be there. The traffic cams on Pennsylvania ave counted 465,000 people passed through and it wasn’t the only way in.
That day was a disaster for the subway in DC as well. They refused to reschedule “track work” which left two of the closest stations closed and they suddenly had escalator and elevator issues as others that were near by. Guys were walking old people and carrying wheelchair bound attendees up and down the stairs all day. Not surprisingly they delayed track work the next week for the comedy central event.
I was there, too, on 9/12/09. Not a piece of trash left anywhere along the demonstration route.
I was especially irked with FNS at the time. After months of promoting the event, and initial claims of 1.2 or 1.2M, they (especially Cheeto-face) came up with something like 78K. Insane.
And think of the timing: we allowed Obama 8 months, the left didn’t allow Trump one day.
Capitol that showed just how enormous the crowd was and it is now gone.
Cant find it anywhere.
Even finding any images of that day is difficult.>>> always save copies
I was there too! A great day. Cheers, fellow Tea Partier!
And another factor is how CLEAN and peaceful it was!
If the press wants to do a comparison, they should compare the aftermath of the 0vomit inauguration to the aftermath of the 9/12/2009 demonstration. After 9/12, the streets were pristine. After 0vomit, the streets looked like a garbage dump.
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. |