The Two Minutes Hate

 

It was nearly eleven hundred, and in the Records Department, where Winston worked, they were dragging the chairs out of the cubicles and grouping them in the centre of the hall opposite the big telescreen, in preparation for the Two Minutes Hate.

Winston was just taking his place in one of the middle rows when someone he knew by sight, but had never spoken to, came unexpectedly into the room. It was a girl whom he often passed in the corridors. He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department. She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with straight hair, a tanned face, and swift, athletic movements. A narrow scarlet sash, emblem of the Junior Anti-Sex League, was wound several times round the waist of her overalls, just tightly enough to bring out the shapeliness of her hips.

Winston had disliked her from the very first moment of seeing her. He knew the reason. It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy. But this particular girl gave him the impression of being more dangerous than most. Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Woke Police.

The next moment a hideous, grinding speech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one’s teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one’s neck. The Hate had started.

As usual, the face of Donald Trump, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Trump was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party’s purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his campaigning.

Winston’s diaphragm was constricted. He could never see the face of Trump without a painful mixture of emotions. Trump was delivering his usual venomous attack upon the doctrines of the Party–an attack so exaggerated and perverse that a child should have been able to see through it, and yet just plausible enough to fill one with an alarmed feeling that other people, less level-headed than oneself, might be taken in by it. He was abusing Big Biden, he was denouncing the dictatorship of the Party, he was demanding the withdrawal of protesters from Portland, he was advocating freedom of speech, freedom of the Press, freedom of assembly, license to invade, he was crying hysterically that America had been betrayed–and all this in slow monosyllabic speech which was a sort of parody of the habitual style of the orators of the Party.

Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room. The self-satisfied bland face on the screen was too much to be borne: besides, the sight or even the thought of Trump produced fear and anger automatically. But what was strange was that although Trump was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were–in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less. Always there were fresh dupes waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when racists with green teeth acting under his directions were not unmasked by the Woke Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of confederates dedicated to the overthrow of the State. White Supremacy, its name was supposed to be. There were also whispered stories of a terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Trump was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there. It was a book without a title.

In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices in an effort to drown the maddening mocking voice that came from the screen. In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair. The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out ‘Racist! Racist! Racist!’ and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen. The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but, on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence 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 Trump at all, but, on the contrary, against Big Biden, the Party, and the Woke 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. And yet the very next instant he was at one with the people about him, and all that was said of Trump seemed to him to be true. At those moments his secret loathing of Big Biden changed into adoration, and Big Biden seemed to tower up, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against the plagues of Asia, and Trump, in spite of his isolation, his helplessness, and the doubt that hung about him, seemed like some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking the structure of civilization.

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The Hate rose to its climax. But in the same moment, drawing a deep sigh of relief from everybody, the hostile figure melted into the face of Big Biden, white-haired, clean-shaven, full of power and mysterious calm, and so vast that it almost filled up the screen.(link)  Nobody heard what Big Biden was saying. It was merely a few words of encouragement, the sort of words that are uttered in the din of battle, not distinguishable individually but restoring confidence by the fact of being spoken. Then the face of Big Biden faded away again, and instead the three slogans of the Party stood out in bold capitals:

NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
FUND RED COMMUNITIES
KILL THE 1%

Nobody mentioned the young, educated candidate for the Libertarian Party,. Jo Jorgensen.  Jorgensen, however, was already an UNPERSON. She did not exist: she had never existed, and her party was now in its 49th year of non-existence. It’s vote share was now increasing 80% per year. Before long tripping would be decriminalized and conscription abolished forever. 

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She’s With Us!

Brazilian Sci-fi from 1926 featuring the usual beautiful daughter of a scientist touting prohibition and racial collectivism in America’s Black President 2228 by Monteiro Lobato, translated by J Henry Phillips (link)

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Find out the juicy details behind the mother of all economic collapses. Prohibition and The Crash–Cause and Effect in 1929 is available in two languages on Amazon Kindle, each at the cost of a pint of craft beer.

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YES WE CAN SAY NO!

Country Joe and the Fish Intergalactic Fan Club

It’ll kick in soon, just you wait, it takes time…

THERE WAS A TIME WHEN YOU COULDN’T just say no to violent aggression. In the 1920s mystical fanatics sought to pressure and intimidate voters into having someone point guns at people over beer or plant leaf soakings. This immediately wrecked the economy until gentlemen’s agreements between producers and government agents took effect in early 1923.(link)

But increased penalties soon crashed the economy, and until 1931 there was no way to vote no on having people robbed and shot. If you voted Democratic, that was a vote for low tariffs, but also for debased currency and white supremacist racial collectivism. If you voted Republican, that was a vote for the gold standard, but also for shooting and robbing the peaceful, high excise and income taxes, and helping Germany spend money on armaments rather than pay reparations for damages wrought during The Great War. There were communist-socialist infiltrators and even native brainwashees, of course, offering more prohibition and tax laws and amendments, but nobody offering freedom from coercion.(link)

It was the Liberal Party platform of 1931 that tackled the Eighteenth Amendment head-on and demanded it be repealed along with the Volstead Act, Blue Laws and the ban on Sunday baseball games.(link) Liberals sought to make divorce safe and legal, and were absolutely opposed to Ku-Klux collectivism and Comstock laws. And guess what? There was a Gentleman’s Agreement.(link) Rather than run against those spoiler votes and lose to the Republicans, the Democrats copied the Liberal Party repeal plank into their own platform and won five consecutive presidential elections with nary a Crash nor added Depression wrecking the economy.(link)

So when next a Republican shrieks that Bernie is going to open gulags in North Dakota and Maine unless your vote helps God’s Own Prohibitionists ban contraceptives, shoot more teen-agers, wreck more economies in Latin America, export more fascism and bomb more ignorant wretches on the other side of the planet, remember that YES WE CAN SAY NO.(link)

Democrats no less agitated will grab your cuff with predictions that God’s Own Prohibitionists will grab pussy, ban birth control pills, appoint Klan judges, boil away the polar ice caps and bring yet another Asset-Forfeiture Crash and Depression as in 1929, 1987 and 2008–unless you help them ban electric generation plants, customs inspections, take-home pay and automobiles. Again, YES YOU CAN JUST SAY NO. How? (link)

We wrote the Roe v Wade decision!

A brief history of libertarian spoiler vote clout. Our 4.4 million presidential votes (equal to the State of Virginia) were only about a fifth of the LP votes captured in 2016.

BY VOTING LIBERTARIAN! 

The LP looks for ways to NOT point guns at people. Our non-aggression principle and platform is that simple. Libertarians understand that pointing guns at non-violent citizens is the gateway to massacres, gulags, Kristallnacht, Auschwitz, Treblinka, The Killing Fields, Ukraine famines, People’s Temple suicides, wars, racial strife, collectivist coercion, asset-forfeiture confiscations, Crashes and Great Depressions that lead to unemployment, taxation and more force-initiating laws.

HOCKEY STICK ANYONE?

This graph fits LP presidential votes to the logistic replacement curve that shows how cassettes and CDs replaced vinyl, how elections replaced monarchies.

No our candidates don’t often get elected and begin shouting out orders in the Senate. Instead our candidates make it possible for… YES, YOU to send a clout-packing spoiler-vote message to The Political State Just Saying No to force, intimidation, murder, robbery, parasitism, war, treachery, censorship, rights infringement, girl-bullying, pull-peddling, election rigging, subsidized vote corruption, graft, ugly gimme caps and exportation of destabilizing fascist policies.

Libertarian spoiler votes state this clearly, with no strings, and DEFEAT the more brutal of two looters running for that same office. Over a hundred of our candidates actually hold office, and that scares the crap living daylights out of looters of both wings of the communo-fascist persuasion. 

Suckers and cowards settle for one vote out of 129 million and end up with Trump, Obama, Bush, Clinton, drug wars, terrorist attacks, maimed veterans, high taxes, dead cops, dead kids, inflation, prohibitionism, Crashes and Depressions. Libertarians pull the slot machine handle on one vote out of 4 million, and get roughly 30 times the law-changing clout for that vote. It takes a special kind of stupid to miss that chance.

That realization is why our vote share–barring idiotic 5th column planks to wreck our platform–increases by about 80% per year right now. With this we bring you legalization, tax cuts, individual rights, peace, choice, freer markets, and the withering away of the initiation of harmful, deadly and coercive force. We replace that force with freedom from coercion, and we accomplish all this one vote at a time.

Find out the juicy details behind the mother of all economic collapses. Prohibition and The Crash–Cause and Effect in 1929 is available in two languages on Amazon Kindle, each at the cost of a pint of craft beer.

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Smearing Libertarians

bomb-throwing communist anarchist terrorist REPEAT

Constant repetition: anarchists, bomb-hurling anarchists

Republican journalist James Kilpatrick was among the first to gain media subsidies via the Nixon anti-Libertarian law for this piece. Consistent with the Prohibition Party and George Wallace Dixiecrats coalition the GOP was reduced to after the Kennedy assassinations, the kleptocracy’s pet journalist called us anarchists. Meanwhile the GOP platform committee sweated to draft force Amendments to overturn Roe v Wade and change the meaning of the first three words of the 14th Amendment: All persons born…

Here is Kilpatrick with The Gipper, the day after Federal plant leaf prohibitionist policies and H.R. 3226 did for hippies what the Kristallnacht laws did for Jewish shopkeepers. Money “Laundering” as pretext for asset forfeiture was next on Congress’ agenda, as Veterans Administration personnel were being fired in the Just Say No blood purity pogrom.

In less than a month this ramp-up of prohibitionist fanaticism would cause the stock market to drop 108 points in a day, cost investors half a trillion dollars, and usher in another Great Depression.

For more on how the initiation of force wielded by mystical fanaticism wrecked the economy in the Herbert Hoover Administration, order Prohibition and The Crash–Cause and Effect in 1929 in Amazon Kindle format. For the cost of a pint you’ll have undistorted history on a cellphone or tablet in your choice of English or Portuguese.

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Words you can dance to

Clarity isn’t oversimplification

Tarbrushing the LP.org

Bottom right corner: party stresses what could be termed… anarchy.

With friends like The Cavalier Daily, who needs the Nixon anti-Libertarian Law? Here is the typical looter media coverage once Nixon’s party began handing out baskets of money for smearing the LP. Abortion (which our platform legalized), and ride-sharing (before Lyft or Uber even existed), and marijuana relegalization–are all there… plus the obligatory tarbrush association with bomb-throwing communist anarchists. Here is a typical communist anarchist–what Republicans want you to think of when you hear “Libertarian”.

Keep repeating it. --Josef Goebbels

Keep repeating it. –Josef Goebbels

Democrats, which now include the CPUSA by its own proclamation, want you to think fascist Republican when you hear the word Libertarian. Both these parties have infiltrated the LP and added idiotic nonsense to our platforms, and by elision made the 2016 Migration plank into a liability.

Observe in the article MacBride’s reference to rideshare services 33 years before Uber or Lyft even existed. Republicans–for whom asset-forfeiture confiscation of cars, coupled with legal fees and fines are a source of income–do not want you thinking about how Libertarians advocated the concept of voluntary rideshare technology as a way for peoples to move past the G.O.Police state. I’m eager to bet money that no republican or democratic candidate will mention that on camera or in writing.

Nor will you find republicans or democrats pressing forth with convincing pitches that Prohibition making beer a black felony on March 2 1929 had nothing to do with the Crash and the Great Depression. Prohibition and The Crash–Cause and Effect in 1929 is live on Amazon Kindle for the cost of a pint of craft beer.

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Words you can dance to

Clarity isn’t oversimplification

 

Settled Pseudoscience

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Page 15 of The Church Guardian

Religious truth was in 1890 the same as it is today. Nowadays, its advocates call it “science.” Of course there is disagreement among folks who have rejected reason. Some of them point to “Creation Science” as proof that policemen who–in good faith–believe they detected the odor of a burning bush, should shoot unarmed teenagers and not be liable to criminal charges. It provided the moral basis for the President of These United States to go on the public record advocating the death sentence in 1989 for anyone dealing in agricultural products likely to lower the price of liquor or coffee–with their executioners given immunity. Others are congregants of climate science.

“Climate Science” is a religious truth according to which the entire global population should be forcibly subjected to health hazards in the form of blackouts, brownouts, and reduced access to the very energy that enables people to work for a living. In actuarial math, health hazards are anything that reduces the life expectancy of a population. This rests on the observation that pandemics and power outages alike cause suffering and death.

What we observe today is the merger of two distinct and mutually antagonistic pseudoscientific religions onto one, exactly as occurred in National Socialist Germany in 1933. Religious conservatives declared Germany a Christian nation dedicated to the common good, not personal profit. They wanted the Political State to provide pensions and censor not only fake news but also anything offensive to their ethical and moral feelings. Conservatives emphatically demanded “public health through protection of mother and child,” just like today, with altruist indoctrination a part of government education in Christian Germany.

National Socialists also demanded regulation of all professions, especially journalism–translations of foreign newspapers were banned, under penalties including deportation, and foreigners, especially if selfish–were deported. Asset-forfeiture laws were enacted in support of Germany’s War On Bad Things so that entire companies could be readily confiscated.

All of these things were published by Adolf Hitler in 1920, and read by German voters, some 99% of whom were Christians, 2/3 Protestant and 1/3 Catholic. Less than one percent were Jewish. But though Hitler’s party was repeatedly elected in a landslide by Protestant and Catholic voters for a dozen years, many who claim to speak for Christianity and for Socialism, deny that Hitler and his allies were Christian or Socialist. They evade mention of speeches, writings, photographs and artifacts to the contrary. Can you imagine an atheist, mohammedan or pagan being elected president of These United States today? Nor could German voters in 1928, 1932 or 1933-45. That political science was as settled then as it is today.

narcotic syrup

Page 16 of the Church Guardian, “Advice to Mothers”

And like today, the money behind the propaganda was put up by investors with a stake in the market. Banning alcohol increased demand for other stupefying drugs, such as opium. This ad for Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup is from the next page of the Church Guardian. The syrup contained morphine, which competed for adult market share with beer, wine and spirits.

Behind every prohibition law directing the initiation of deadly force in violation of individual rights you will find hidden persuaders. All such laws are an offer to kill any number of people in order to force the survivors to obey market-distorting orders lobbyists hire politicians to enact. Lobbyists who want to ban coal or hemp are cut from exactly the same ideological cloth.

Why not delve into what caused the 1929 Crash? Prohibition and The Crash–Cause and Effect in 1929 does exactly that, matching economic theory and newspaper accounts against stock market reactions and competing theories. It is live on Amazon Kindle for the price of a pint.

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