“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

That is the first line of George Orwell’s 1984, and I suspect those who are likely to disagree with me already are rolling their eyes. I should warn those readers this column is not likely to get better for them.

I think about this classic novel of warning quite a bit these days. Damn near every word that comes out of the mouths of Trump, Huckabee-Sanders, Barr and their fellow travelers is a lie. If I’m not certain it’s the truth, there is no reason whatsoever for me to think it might possibly be the truth. These are people with reality testings lower than a zombie’s IQ.

But they’re doing their job. The approximately one-third of the voting population – you know, morons – lap these lies up and they adjust their thinking and their language accordingly. They have no idea that many of the views they espouse are in complete contradiction to the language they use to describe them. Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #039: The Clock Strikes Thirteen” →