'1984' Revisited—Reprised for Obvious Reasons

Lindsay Perigo's picture
Submitted by Lindsay Perigo on Sun, 2018-07-01 05:54

I've added 1984 to the books I'm currently reading or, as in this case, re-reading. I'm astonished anew at how prescient it was. (Also refreshing, after Dostoevsky and Hugo, to encounter a writer who just gets on with it.) I assume everyone here is acquainted with it, so every day will just add a direct quote without commentary. This one is apposite in light of today's demonstrations by mindless leftist thugs:

The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretense was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. Thus, at one moment Winston's hatred was not turned against Goldstein at all, but, on the contrary, against Big Brother, the Party, and the Thought Police; and at such moments his heart went out to the lonely, derided heretic on the screen, sole guardian of truth and sanity in a world of lies.


Orwell, George. 1984

Sounds familiar

Bruno's picture

During my high school years, it was relatively common place for the leftist student group, literally called "the collective", to organize a school picket on fridays (the day all general demonstrations and strikes are made, so you get a three-day weekend).

When they first started doing it, I once decided to tag along and see what the demonstration would be like. After that one time, I would either wait for the picket to break off (after the first hour of the morning), or I would "physically remove" them so to speak from the front door and get in anyhow, boy oh boy they didn't like that at all.

This one demonstration I went to was quite illuminating and it has formed my concept of what all of these "demonstrations" are all about. Individual idiots are usually quite tame when they are alone, they feel metaphysically imponent deep inside, they feel the Peter Keating void swallowing them whole. Put a large number of idiots together and you get a leftist "demonstration", a mob.

There is some kind of emergent property that arises when the object shifts from the individual to the mob, except it is not an addition but a subtraction. Civility is removed and rationality becomes a long forgotten memory. It is as if the higher conceptual faculty were removed and all that is left is the verbal power of a savage chanting around a fire to some mystical ethereal spirit, and the occasional sexual call towards the nearest incarnate body of interest.

The mob walks through town chanting obscenities ad nauseam, the same tripe over and over again, like a dead record, the vocal cords vibrating in the same manner the legs were moving, moved by the base instictual will. By the time the "parade" is over, nobody remembers why they were there, usually a reason quite far removed from the official story the collective gives, the drooling beast behind the mayan veil adorned by their pupper masters.

The trail left behind is that of littered streets with "tags" scribbled on the walls of buildings, buds of rolled cigarettes and joints, beer bottles, and of course leftist flyers filled with high sounding leninist propaganda. The streets are not the only victims. Once the mob disperses, smaller groups of idiots quickly secure the nearby parks, where they lay on the ground in slobby hippie style, and proceed with the final inhaling of intoxicants before the school day is over, and the realization that saturday is a school day kicks back in.

All of that of course was innocent and childish compared to the much more destructive "demonstrations" that the vile likes of antifa perform. The above high schools mobs are their breeding ground, and a selection process of sorts. Only the most rotten filth takes it to the lower level. The one well described by that Orwell quote, Linzio.

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