"Four.'
The needle went up to sixty.'How many fingers, Winston?'
'Four! Four! What else can I say? Four!'
The needle must have risen again, but he did not look at it. The heavy, stern face and the four fingers filled his vision. The fingers stood up before his eyes like pillars, enormous, blurry, and seeming to vibrate, but unmistakably four.
'How many fingers, Winston?'
'Four! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Four! Four!'
'How many fingers, Winston?'
'Five! Five! Five!'
'No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four. How many fingers, please?'
'Four! five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!'
I thought of this section from 1984 when I saw this:
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| Note, pregnant person, and pregnant man. Women, in this case, are erased, to be mentioned again when convenient. |
When it comes to being told you must say men can have babies, the question isn't how much longer before we loose our freedom. The point is, we lost it long, long ago. Now we're trudging along like those in Orwell's dystopia.
My sons noticed when they read the novel, the point wasn't that most people lived in misery and terror of the Party. That everyone was like Winston trying to work out what to do. The point was they had grown used to it and accepted it and went along with it because it was the way it was. I see America descending into the pit, and so many appear willing to go with whatever because they've already been conditioned to trudge along and go with whatever.
Call me a bigot or phobic or whatever name you want, but I now draw the line. I will no longer degrade myself with lies of tolerance and diversity that merely mean I must say squares are round when the Party says so. I will not bequeath that legacy to my children. Furthermore, I will see those who try to make me do so as my enemies.
Because remember, while I might be called upon to love, pray for, and forgive my enemies, at no point did Jesus ever say that in doing so, they will cease to be my enemies.
"Call me a bigot or phobic or whatever name you want, but I now draw the line. I will no longer degrade myself with lies of tolerance and diversity that merely mean I must say squares are round when the Party says so. I will not bequeath that legacy to my children. Furthermore, I will see those who try to make me do so as my enemies. "
ReplyDeleteYES! Bravo and Amen.
Thanks. At some point you realize you can't keep playing the game because it was never about the game you thought you were playing. Gay rights was never about rights. It was a beachhead of an invasion meant to destroy the Western tradition.
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