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Wrong. Even if the NSA or the FBI was monitoring the communications of Russian “agents”, including Amb. Kislyak, US Intelligence Directives and US law: 1) Forbids NSA from recording and/or retaining that portion of the “internals” of the communication attributed to a US person without specific authorization; and 2) Mandate that the FBI (or any other Title 3 authorized federal agency involved in domestic counterintelligence operations) “Minimize” - not listen to or record - the communications of an American citizen not related to the investigation/operation.
Bottom line: SOMEONE did, in fact, record and transcribe a conversation between Amb. Kislyak and Mike Flynn, the incoming National Security Advisor. My bet is that they did so in violation of US law unless the President of the United States personally authorized the electronic surveillance and coordinated the operation with the Department of Justice.
If the Justice Dept/FBI/CIA were investigating “The Russians!!” then they wouldn’t have been able to keep and disseminate any information they gathered on US citizens. That would be a huge breech of FISA law.
That is a smoking gun on the NYT as a propaganda organ for the deep state coup against Trump.
This is falling apart rapidly on the the left. It is being scoffed at by normal Americans. No one believes the Russians did anything much less anything justifying obama’s wire taps of the opposition candidate 6 weeks before the election!! Why hasn’t the press interviewed obama? Nary a peep from the boy. We have all seen the original head line right here on free republic. To change that now is laughable, The head line itself was PROOF of obama wiretapping Trump. We know that Trump was wiretapped directly because of the transcripts of his personal telephone conversations with the Australian and Mexico honchos. What is the justifications of that? HUMMMMMM? We have serious criminal violations and assaults on our constitution by OBAMA!! Right here and you can’t make it go away by rewriting your headlines!! In stead of the head line “Japs bomb Pearl Harbor” do you change that to “Pacific Fleet has sea worthiness questioned” ?
1984 was a cautionary novel, not an instruction manual.Hugs and kisses,
Laz
Unlike in Orwell’s “1984”, paper copies of the Jan. 20 NYT abound. I checked in my own library a few days ago, actually.
Unlike the digital flames of web publishing’s 1984ish memory holes, dead-tree publishing means never having to say, “That’s no what I published”.
Just because the left wants to now drop it, it would seem, there should still be a vigorous investigation into these two FISA requests.
Walter Duranty lives!
Are the people at the NYT so stupid to think if they change the article headline that all the originals headlines will disappear from the internet and social media. Dumber than a bag of hammers. It takes less than a 30sec to find the original
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. |