1984ing into the Twilight Zone
Don't mind the Disinformation Governance Board's ominous similarity to the dystopian Ministry of Truth; it's simply Big Gov's latest double-plus-good strategy of how to best serve man.
SPOILER ALERT! It’s a cookbook!
The old adage applies now more than ever: There’s no such thing as a free lunch. The foundational document To Serve Man wasn’t the road map to Utopia the aliens tricked the World into believing it was. Turned out these superior beings were not at all interested in serving man altruistically. and were all about serving him up on a plate, fricasseed and chicken fried. The word “serve” was a key to the man-eating alien’s true intention, a master class in hidden-in-plain-sight deception. The Biden administration’s ham-fisted creation of the Disinformation Board of Governance doesn’t even try to hide it’s a doppelganger of Orwell’s Ministry of Truth. So why then aren’t we on the rooftops screaming, “This here’s ‘Murica! Don’t bring that communist bullshit all up in here!” ???
Back when 1984 and Brave New World were required reading, the mere utterance of such an obviously Big Brotherish agency would have been met with such a deafening public outcry it would have been quickly shelved by the administration that had mentioned it, never to be spoken of again.
The linguistic thorn the Brave New World Order pricked us with is more like Shakespeare’s expression, A Rose is Rose. In other words, we all know the DGB is the KGB (see Ministry of Truth) by any other name. But, too, we just don’t seem to care.
The current state of affairs where every 15 minutes there’s a new outrage we’re all supposed to stand up and scream out our 2 minutes of hate for didn’t just leap from the ocean fully formed. The public’s willingness to go along to get along despite their own misgivings reminds me of a 2006 George Carlin monologue about how the American people “remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being rammed up their assholes every day.”
The government’s been called out on its lying many times before, only to look its accusers in the eye and mutter back, “OK? Whatchoo gonna do about it? The public’s response thus far has been, “Thank you, sir! May I have another? Please and thank you…never mind!”
Could it be that we absconded our right to privacy once we realized our cell phone wasn’t just a tool for our convenience but could also pinpoint our every move and exact location to who knows what or whom, but let it slide because SIRI, in that sexy voice, could tell us where to get the closest Thai food?
Insidiously inexorably, We the People got “phoned”: turned into hunchbacked zombies reliant on the never ending feedback loop emanating from the eternal black mirrors that never leave the palms of our hands.
You say you want a revolution? Just think about the power we could take back from the elitist pervert assholes of the Brave New World Order if we all took a hammer to our stupid phones.