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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The Prohibition Kleptocracy, 2020

When Nixon was running for re-election, many young people imagined that Eagleton’s Democratic party had made up its mind to stop sending men with guns to shoot people over marijuana. Almost nobody eligible to have the guns pointed at them read political party platforms. Unlike 1932, newspapers in 1972 made a point of not publishing party planks, thanks to the Nixon Anti-Libertarian Law.(link) The resulting level of ignorance and wishful thinking was summed up by cartoonist Shel Silverstein. 

Joe Biden, who continues to oppose legalizing cannabis, said that more states should “recognize the significant costs to their economy when people with certain non-violent criminal records can’t fully contribute to their full talents and capacity.” However, “even when the states want to give that person a second chance and seal or expunge a certain non-violent criminal record, the record keeping-systems are so outdated, they don’t know how to do it.”(link)

Yet the Dems STILL want the federal government sending unionized looters out to confiscate homes, vehicles and bank accounts while pointing loaded pistols at people. Where in the papers do you see this clearly spelled out? 

Clear reporting on platform planks

Honest reporting helped the Liberal Party repeal Prohibition

In 1972 exactly NO newspapers informed voters of the Libertarian Party’s plank calling for decriminalization of marijuana and entheogens such as mescaline, LSD, psilocybin and mushrooms, DMT and DET, and even bugbear drugs from South american plant leaves and Vietnamese and Afghani poppies. Why?

Nixon’s Anti-Libertarian Law still pays newspapers tax dollars to ignore the LP.(link)  WaPo, the NYT and Chicago Tribune–in fact, every paper in the country would rather see you shot or rot in prison before giving up the political bribe your money pays them to lie, conceal and dissemble in an effort to reduce the efficacy of law-changing Libertarian spoiler votes.(link

I will never buy another paper from those kleptocracy abettors, and I’ve voted the straight Libertarian Party ticket since the dawn of understanding as to what is going on.(link) But if you want to vote Kleptocracy, go ahead. Just do not expect any sympathy from me when your door comes flying in, your dog and kids are shot on a no-knock warrant and it turns out to be another wrong address.(link)

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)

Three dollars on Amazon Kindle

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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SNOWBIRDS Then and Now

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Al Capone and Harrison Act

F Scott Fitzgerald and Brenda Dean confound prohibitionist censors

Another example of the Bowdlerization of American English is the way Yankee tourists have replaced the plant leaf products imported into Florida. This was about the time F. Scott Fitzgerald was replaced by Mod Squad informers and Miami Vice narcs in the American language. The above headline gives the flavor of “settled science” 100 years before Global Warming became America’s new favorite hobgoblin. Brenda Dean, gorgeous English lady with an occasionally powdered nose, turned up in news stories about how “drug parties” threatened civilization long before they were replaced by the more recent pseudoscience of Ozone Hole and Global Warming scaremongering.

If half the stories were true, there would be hardly a person alive in Peru, Ecuador, Colombia or Bolivia. All those countries are crushed into poverty and caudillo corruption by the sheer weight of exported American prohibition, pseudoscience, and violent laws. It brings to mind the saying that you may esteem a man of many words–and many lies–pretty much alike.

Now observe that the Mexican and Brazilian Constitutions each include pretty close to 70,000 words. The US Constitution is more like 5000–7500 with all the Amendments. People vote with their feet to escape countries with lengthy, convoluted and Byzantine constitutions. If those places were democracies, they could simply remove 65,000 words from their belief-encrusted looter constitutions and abolish a truckload of rights-violating laws. So why do they instead try to sneak into the USA?

This brings us to the entrenchment of looter parties. The GOP and Dems, both subsidized by the Nixon anti-Libertarian law of 1971, publish platforms that between them add up to about 70,000 words. The Libertarian Party platform is only 2700 words and takes maybe a bus ride to read from cover to cover. The Nixon scheme for using tax laws to subsidize entrenched cleptocracy campaigns, exported to South America, provided Juntas a mechanism for keeping cartels alive by throttling all possibility of libertarian spoiler vote pressure repealing bad laws. The Nixon law, like a “souvenier” left on the porch by a stray dog, leaves them no democratic alternative.

Speaking of reading during commutes, Prohibition and The Crash contains a wealth of evidence that government bungling and pseudoscience caused the Crash and Depression. The book is live on Amazon Kindle (a free app) for the cost of a mug of craft beer.

Prohibition and The Crash, on Amazon Kindle

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Brennt Paris?

France, of course, surrenders to German National Socialism at every opportunity. This 1940 French Translation of Mein Kampf (as Mon Combat–My Struggle) appears in the first 5 minutes of the 1966 movie Brennt Paris? The movie shows Parisians mostly riding bicycles, with the wealthy saving gas driving those horse-drawn Hoovercarts used in America during Prohibition After the Crash. The Occupation of Paris was Ecological National Socialism in black & white.

But France’s own media set them up for permanent obloquy in the Fawlty Towers Pantheon of Pathetic Poltroons. Seen this French hagiography of the current International Socialist Chanceller of Germany? It’s not all that different from Time Magazine thrice putting another nationalistic, Socialist German Chancellor on its cover a few decades ago. At least two such Chancellors made Time’s Person of the Year. Back in 1938 the Chancellor’s crowds shouted Raus juden! Today it’s Keine Atomkraftwerks!

If votes count for anything, America still prefers to keep electric power safe, legal and abundant. No Nukes, Nuclear Disarmament, Surrender to Soviet, Ban Coal, Ban Fracking, and other Gaian collectivist shibboleths notwithstanding.

But the Democratic party digs itself deeper and deeper into the pseudoscience of ecological national socialism. This cost them the votes of many who also want an end to the Republican régime of prohibitory televangelist pseudoscience, mass incarceration, cops shooting children and asset-forfeiture looting. The Democratic Party platform committee made the bed those loser politicians and their frustrated supporters get to lie in. They lie awake hearing God’s Own Prohibitionists Make Amerika Grate Again.

This appeals hugely to Libertarians. Unlike the socialist-prohibitionist DemoGOP, our platform says to relegalize self-medication, free the victimless-yet-persecuted from prisons and expunge their records. We seek to ABOLISH most taxes & regulations and all wars soon. Every Libertarian vote forces looter politicians to repeal or modify at least 6 times as many rights-destroying usurpations now masquerading as laws–or lose their seats.  Libertarian spoiler votes cover the gap between the main looter parties, and currently swing 90 electoral votes in major elections.

So Democrats, why not heat up some tar, cut open a few pillowcases and throw an outdoor party for your former platform committeemembers? Teach their replacements to spell R-E-P-E-A-L. Who knows? Maybe you can get jobs for some of your ward heelers and a hand in the till to boot? Failing that, try voting Libertarian instead: the other parties offer you warmunists, bureaucrats and politicians, we offer you freedom.

Did this help clarify why the US  need not sacrifice taxpayer earnings on the altar of pseudoscience?  Clarity is what many people want in their translations. This is why I have repeat customers. I look out for their pocketbooks.

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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Global Warming Great Lakes prediction

In 2011 Global Warmunists published dire prophesies of what would surely maybe perhaps happen to the Great Lakes.

Here’s an update of what they’re like now. No loss of water, ice and temperatures normal. This all reminds me of the “scientists” and “doctors” who said marijuana and LSD would surely maybe perhaps turn teenagers into zombies and axe-murderers any minute now. Forty years later at least one of these is legal in most US states and many civilized countries around the world.

I found this in the comments section at realclimatescience.com

The Petition Project alone lists by state and alphabetically 32000 scientists unconvinced by warmer pseudoscience. For them to be the 3% there would have to be at least a million and sixty-seven thousand degreed scientists listed somewhere as the 97% endorsing the conclusion that the world is fast becoming a rotisserie. But of the handful I can identify, most were claiming 30 years ago that the Earth was entering into an ice age. Yet temperature charts are flatlining like the funding figures for econazi hysterics.

But the global warming scare and Carbon Tax sure as hell defeated the Democratic Party this last election. It was the only real difference between “the two” parties. Maybe next election the Dem Platform Committee will copy a repeal plank from the Libertarian Party instead of copying more prohibition and taxes from Luddites.  They copied a plank to repeal the Prohibition Amendment from the Liberal Party in 1932, and never regretted the move.

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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World’s Greatest Persuader

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Or the other looter party’s supporters…

Germany was just like America in 1933. Banks were failing, bankruptcy was everywhere, selfishness–not the government that attacked Serbia–was blamed. The country was burdened by crushing debt. There were law-and-order Christian altruists who wanted to Make Germany Great Again. Opposed to them were communists and socialists who believe the world owes them a living at someone else’s expense. Germany had been desperately weak, forfeiting land and other assets to her conquering enemies.

Germans–especially women and children–were literally dying of starvation in 1919, when Christian American Food Czar Herbert Hoover came to their rescue with trainloads of victuals. American occupation protected unarmed German civilians from military police brutality that year.  The Weimar government soon tried devaluing her currency into utter worthlessness to make assets not worth forfeiting.

Herbert Hoover’s 1931 Moratorium on Brains helped German Christian National Socialism spend other people’s money on a rise to power, just as George Bush Junior’s first Executive Order established a White House Office of Faith-Based and Community Initiatives making These States a religious satrapy. The result in both cases was the funnelling of taxpayer money into mystical pressure groups, making major cities targets for terrorist bombings. But out of the confusion in Germany in 1933 there arose a patriotic master persuader to unify the country.

The Chancellor of the Reich told Christians “you are right! We need more faith-based altruism in government; citizens only! confiscation of profits! official national language! Positive Christianity!” He turned to the Socialists and told them “you are right! We need government education! legal measures against liars and deniers! strong central authority! expropriation without compensation!” The Great Persuader unified the country by telling “both” groups lobbying for coercion that total control was the answer. This stuff sells! George Orwell reminded us that “As late as the autumn of 1945, a Gallup poll taken among the American troops in Germany showed that 51 percent “thought Hitler did much good before 1939”.

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NSDAP France

Soon everyone in Germany the slightest bit jewish was living in a movie in which they were fighting against a monster called Hitler, but most German voters lived in a movie where they got the party and president, I mean Fuehrer, they wanted for the changes they preferred. Same planet, different realities. This is where solipsistic nihilism takes entertainers who evade values and causality and imagine everything is a matter of opinion.

Republicans are uncomfortable talking about National Socialist values–Christianity, Jobs, Law and Order… in fact, Vichy Southern France, which capitulated without being exactly defeated by the Germans, changed its motto from Liberté, Fraternité, Egalité to Travaille, Famille, Patrie! It doesn’t get any more Republican and faith-based than that. How did things come to such a pass?

People made fun of the Great Persuader’s moustache in 1933, just as they make fun of the Great Persuader’s hair in 2016. But it’s only been 83 years of altruism v. altruism, and some people are slow learners. If you are tired of reliving yesterday’s communist-fascist Groundhog day over and over again, consider making a donation to the Libertarian Party. We’re all about tomorrow.

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The Tea Party Effect

teapartyThird parties have historically been harmful. The exception was the Liberal Party of 1930, which jolted the Democrats into plunking down for repeal of the prohibition laws that destroyed the economy and caused the Great Depression. The principle, however, is the same: a small but single-minded party pressing a platform the entrenched parties in a mixed economy struggle to evade, gets enough spoiler votes to make the difference between winner and loser here and there. This causes one of the two entrenched parties, eager for spoils, to change its platform or otherwise pass laws to steal that small party’s thunder.

The most striking recent examples have been the Green Party’s determination (if we politely ignore Tennessee voting against its Green Goracle) of the Y2k election outcome. Then there was the quasi-Mohammedan Tea Party (same thing as the Prohibition Party, Constitution Party, American Party, Lyndon LaRouche party, John Birch Society and Ku Klux Klan) that affected the campaigns leading up to that same George Bush election. Unlike the DemoGOP Kleptocracy, with its 35,000-word spewings, one Tea Party faction takes fewer than 100 words arranged into a 15 Commandments to expound the triumph of superstition over reason within its ranks. The First Commandment is a tautology. Commandment 2 is obscurantist obfuscation. The rest are exhortations and declarative opinions, the most revealing of which is item 5: Gun ownership is sacred.
Ayn Rand pointed out decades ago that conservatives rely primarily on the argument from faith, and the argument from tradition (superstition is good, old is good) as a basis for determining what kinds of things a government ought to do. Their application of Olde Tyme Religion to the physical restraint of men conflicts with the First and 14th Amendments (the free=uncoerced exercise thereof, All persons born, not ova fertilized).

The most typical proponent of faith-based values has been the Colorado Planned Parenthood shooter, precisely the type of individual George Waffen Bush wanted as a spokesman for the Bill of Rights. After all, he issued two Executive Orders packing the federal government with cross-burning fanatics. Any rational person will defend Second Amendment rights as individual rights that make political and economic sense, not antique voodoo totems. Nobody has to vote for the Libertarian Party, but that choice makes a lot of sense.

The whole point of voting Libertarian is that we can’t possibly LOSE! We are voting to repeal prohibition, get the communist manifesto out of the Constitution and enforce the individual rights of everyone–even pregnant women!
Bookies using actuarial math bet their own money 6 to 1 that The Antichoice will LOSE (not elect its gross candidate) and 5 to 1 that the Pro-choice looters will win (lose non-reproductive rights, and elect a Grrrl). There is a huge surplus of Democrat probability, and no remote danger of hordes of Dems defecting and “letting” the Gee-Oh-Pee keep bullying girls and shooting hippies and blacks. The Gee-Oh-Pee is pushing the same greedy superstitious prohibitionism that caused its morons to lose, and if History is any guide, will continue to defend the 1928 Prohibition Platform and Comstock laws until dissolved and replaced. Bigots have several antiabortion parties, and fiscal conservatives (if there is such a thing), can vote Libertarian. A libertarian vote packs at least six times (and possibly 30 times) the law-changing clout of a vote for the looter Kleptocracy.  The math is simple fractions and proportions.
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