Under George Orwell, 1984 is a dystopia where everything is in black and white and apparently rainbows don’t exist. You can have black or white, water or skim milk, thats it and no other choices. A very depressing state where it’s always dark with no light not even street lights or ever flashlights. Sounds like a world for only chronic depressives and bedwetting leftists who are only happy when they’re sad. Up is down, water is dry, rocks are soft, fire is cold, ice is hot, Catholics are Muslim, facts don’t even exist, let alone matter. Sort of sounds like Donald Trump’s head and state of mind. I was going to leave any Trump jokes and personal jokes out of this on Thanksgiving, but I changed my mind.
Part of Orwell 1984 is about big government, big brother, even though George Orwell was a Socialist and at least shared the goals of Democratic Socialists, but didn’t like communism. But he envisioned where everyone basically lived in a complete police state where Big Government always knew what everyone was doing and even talking to. See, in a communist state or a theocratic fascist state, there’s no such thing as privacy even, let alone a right to privacy and everyone is subjected to the police state where freedom and individualism are not allowed or even exist.
Imagine doing time in a prison that is the size of a major country. Take North Korea, just to use as an example and you’ll know what a police state is like. One gigantic national prison where everyone in society is doing hard time. Talk about raising your kids in prison and if watch those famous prison shows on cable, you’ll know what I mean because they cover inmates who also have kids and women who’ve actually given birth in prison.
Orwell 1984 sounds like a great book for people who’ve swallowed jars of happy pills. Perhaps mistaking them from sleeping pills in an attempt to commit suicide and now have just shot themselves in the foot twice. They go from being chronically depressed to being too happy and never being able to go to bed because they’re so excited all the time about how awesome life is now for them and are given 1984 by a friend which brings them back down to earth from the Planet Galaxy or wherever. And now they’re back in the state of mind where they were before about how much life sucks. If I’m ever too happy which as a realist that will be one hell of a goal to try to accomplish, like trying to swim across the Atlantic Ocean with one arm and one leg, I might actually read Orwell 1984 at some point. Or just move to North Korea to see what life is like in a police state.