That, umm, kinda sucks.
I'd really rather not see 1984 unravel before my eyes. I can see Brave New World, but please oh please, not 1984.
Readers may know what I'm talking about. 1984 is a world where pain is the enforcement used to keep all people in mindless, numb submission. Questions aren't asked, thought isn't used. What the government says, is. If they're at war with Eurasia, they are at war with Eurasia. They might then say they've always been at war with Eastasia, and that too is true.
Even he who dared renegade against Big Brother found himself washed, skeletonized, and practically murdered, until he betrayed what was dearest to him. And she was no different. And the love for Big Brother was upon him once he cracked.
A man, I believe his name was Popov, described his experiences for about 13 years at Communist camps meant to break him, as he was a pastor. He had nothing wrong, but even he broke. His description of being like a skeleton with wisps of hair, saggy gray flesh, and no life at all so reminded me of 1984's description of the attempted protagonist.
Sad.
And Brave New World, in a sense, is more horrible. You're drowned in pleasure, and love it, and want nothing else. Those who renegaded against it a while back live outside civilization, unintelligent, dangerous savages. The civilized are grown in jars, and total replicates. Each section of them has certain jobs and whatnot. To top it all off, there is a drug that is produced only to give them that pleasurable high they seek when they're not in sex with their pardners. And that's a huge factor in the book. The sex is nothing to them but just a way to feel good once more. The drug just adds to it, as well, as well as give them a stupefying experience.
And even the rebel, a savage who's supposed to be transformed to civilization finds out that even civilization has its dirty secrets, such that only the leaders can handle intelligence, like Shakespeare, and even the leaders are corruptible, as one of the Directors was. Fathered the rebel, actually. And he hangs himself. And it's captured in the movements of his feet. Freaky. North, northwest, east...geez. It's as if it was studied on how hanged people move.
I can see both coming to play in America. More BNW than 1984, because America loves to feel good all the time. And it's getting to the point where there are no limits. Even fashion.
But the government may have some 1984-ish plans in stock.
Yeah, that's you G-Men. Read this and weep. I'm the Doomsday Cynicist, and you can come barge down my door, and take me away. What'll that do? Nothing. Silence me for sure.
Maybe I'm paranoid (Conspiracy Theory, anyone?). So what? YOU guys are paranoid, too.
OKay my paranoia rant's over. I just got super mad is all.
Doomsday Cynicist signing out.
