Winston the Savage

This actually happened. I opened 1984 by George Orwell and I opened Brave New World by Orwell’s one-time teacher at Eton, Aldous Huxley, and I went over both books with a fine-tooth comb and I counted 32 separate and specific awful things that were anticipated by Orwell in 1984, and 19 separate and specific awful things different from 1984 that were anticipated by Huxley in Brave New World, and I became in my own real life an amalgam of Winston Smith from 1984 and John the Savage from Brave New World.

Every time I hear the latest lies from the mainstream news I live it, and every time Big Pharma tries to kill me and make a profit off me and mine I live it, and every time I see government perverting the Hegelian Dialectic using false-flag psychological operations in order to push through totalitarianism, I live it. Orwell and Huxley predicted it. It’s here now. I don’t like being reminded what happened to the respective anti-heroes in those two stories because I will probably be forced into something most unfortunate like they were, however, I do have a faith and a worldview that has ultimate hope and eternal life at the end of it, unlike those stories—but first I’ll probably be hounded down and have to be killed in this life, because just like those two characters from those two stories, I too have a low tolerance for tyranny and a strong penchant for questioning its authority over me.