...I'm not willing to give aid and comfort to the enemy in the process.
Kind of weird since the first thing I thought of when I read it in school was how much it was like the society Democrats were trying to create.
The left now defines tyranny as the lack of government, so there’s not much they can learn from Orwell.
Government sponsored art is the opposite of art.
To the left, 1984 is a “how-to” guide.
To the right, it is a cautionary tale.
The left is, in fact, engaging in tactics described in 1984 when they show this film. Their stated purpose in showing it is the opposite of their true purpose.
We have seen plenty of attempts to quell free speech, but they do not originate from the right.
Are they really saying that it is "big brother" when government doesn't have its filthy paws in something????
Does National Sociographic still exist?
I see the whinny losers at NR are still singing from the same globalist playbook.
>>The theaters say they “strongly believe in supporting the [NEA] and see any attempt to scuttle that program as an attack on free speech <<
The Constitution is crystal clear on Free Speech. It also clear in that there is NOTHING that says the government must subsidize that speech.
The jokes write themselves.
For 8 years we had Obama’s ugly mug EVERYWHERE on EVERYTHING!!! Every news outlet around the world posted Obama. I thought I would get away living in Germany. NOPE. There’s king Obama everywhere and on German TV. I would go to Poland with my girlfriend and there was Obama on magazine covers everywhere. I don’t speak Polish but even the radio would have a report about Obama. And of course here in the USA Obama put himself everywhere. Superbowel, there’s Obama. Basketball game, there’s Obama. Commercial break, there’s Obama.
Great!
How big of a contribution shall we put you guys down for?
...I'm not willing to give aid and comfort to the enemy in the process.
Orwell believed governments have ZERO business in any “arts” or “public radio or TV”
NONE
The book was great, the movie sucked.
In fact, 1984 is why President Trump got elected.
Why 3 days late??
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. |
Orwell’s estate gets richer off the notion and his publisher is exploiting the sentiment to line their coffers (they get a cut too).