Poit! Brain … Ignorance may be Big Brother’s strong suit after all.
Behind Winston’s back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.
—George Orwell, Nineteen Eight-Four
Speaking on the anniversary of the publication of Nineteen Eighty-Four, Nancy Pelosi said,
I don’t remember saying that everybody in the country would have a lower premium.
The Weekly Standard reports that during the 2012 campaign season Mrs. Pelosi said,
everybody will have lower rates
during an appearance on Meet the Press (1 July, 2012).
Clearly, either the memory hole is not operating or MiniTrue has dropped the ball on the appropriate rewrite.
In other news … the chocolate ration will be increased to 20 grams.
It seems that Congress is punting the budget and taxes questions past the end of this year and into the next Congress’ lap. Not everyone likes that, but a continuing resolution could put a shaky bridge over the economic cliff caused by sequestration and the Obama tax hikes scheduled for 2013.
As Smitty notes, this gives Congress a chance to clean up the mess that’s been caused by politicians ignoring arithmetic. Numbers don’t obey the whims of politician, and we ignore that truth at our peril.
“You are slow learner, Winston,” said O’Brien gently.
“How can I help it?” he blubbered. “How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes. Two and two are four.”
“Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.”
2+2=4! The math works out regardless of what we wish. It’s never 3. It’s never 5. And rather than let the government try to convince us that letting us keep our money is a form of government expenditure, we need to remind our Congresscritters that things have to add up in the end.
Room 101 contains the thing you fear the most. For a politician that would be losing the next election.
Is it November yet?
and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
Oops: Energy Department contractors caught altering old press releases involving another troubled green-energy project
UPDATE–Oceania is at war with Eastasia. Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia.