Happy New Year or Well, Same Sh*t, Different Year

by Mark Wynn

Preface

My thoughts...or someone's thoughts on the coming year


Happy New Year!!!🤘❤🤫

Welcome to a year when perhaps one will not want to be loved so much as to be understood. When the heresy of heresies may be common sense.

Welcome to a year when eyes will be watching you and a voice enveloping... or developing you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed-no escape. Nothing will be your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.

Welcome to a year where the power will be in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of someone else's own choosing.

Don't you see that the whole aim of Facebook is to narrow the range of thought? Like a 2-party system distilled into a 1-party system. In the end "we" shall make independent thought literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. "We" will do this to ourselves.

The ideal set up by this party will be something huge, terrible, and glittering. A nation of warriors and fanatics, marching forward in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts shouting the same slogans-three hundred million people all with the same face.

Every record will be destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten... History will stop. Nothing will exist except an endless present in which you are always right. Tragedy will belong to the ancient time when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.

Welcome to a future when everything may be murdered inside you. Never again will you be capable of curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. "We" shall squeeze you empty, and then "we" shall fill you with ourselves.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face-forever. War is a way of shattering to pieces materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and in the long run, possibly too intelligent. Because the object of waging a war is always to be in a better position in which to wage another war.

At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual.

To the future or to the past, from a time when thoughts were free, or from a time when truth existed.. from the age of second thoughts-greetings!

Freedom might not be slavery but it's as good a means to it as any. Death to the party! Death to all parties! Long live the individual!

Totally plagiarized but what should "we" expect from this year. Welcome to that year...this year.

🤫❤🤘

#1984


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