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This afternoon, I’d better explain my coding system.
Had no dinner, making room for the evenings’ festivities at Mike’s. I always tune into the
Yoga sessions, mostly because Windchimes Murdoch (daughter of Rupert) runs it. She’s a
Rubenesque raver flavour with a fhwoar score that blows the needle off the scale. Her curviness to
the point of, shall we say, immenseness, caused a few raised eyebrows. However, having already
angered the US and then with the Purge, Murdoch,
our regime decided to compensate good ol'
Rupe. I suspect PM Jones is more scared of Murdoch's empire than George Bush the Third's.
Now to the coding system - each resident on RM Estate has a piece of paper with 40
numbers upon it. These papers were hand-written and passed around, took a while, but like I said.
Ministry Of Media have snoops in all our pcs, mobile and static phones, even the Royal Mail is
subject to search ‘n censorship. All of this, of course is in our best interests, yeah, right. Back to
the codes, so, beside each number is a different method of passing messages. On random days we
email one another with stuff like ‘repeat of The Bill on tonight - a warning of a Health Guardian
raid. True or false? Well, that depends on the day’s lottery draw, the first number indicates the
method used, a misspelling and a grammatical error on the subject line for example. So Jovial
Kent can kiss my moon, we’re still ahead on points.
This situation does seem to smack of Orwell’s 1984, I’m not surprised, I lift another news
story out. This little beauty staggered me with its sheer audacity.
'Extract From The Daily Truth, edited by the Ministry of Media' Dateline: December 12 2015
“GEORGE ORWELL WAS A COMMIE PLAGIARIST!”
‘This statement has been released by Ministry Of Arts, Culture And Literature. George Orwell did
not write ‘1984’ or rather he did not conceive the storyline, he stole it from an eight year old boy
who had written a short story concerning a benevolent elder brother. Orwell, a communist and
therefore a liar, twisted this innocent boy’s idea into a perverted novel that criticised a
government’s thoughtful monitoring of its citizens, in order to gently guide them away from
harmful or subversive activities. Our revered leader River Jones was that boy whose dream was
stolen by a filthy plagiarist.
A revised version of ‘1984’ will be available soon, its story now reflecting the true spirit of
Prime Minister Jones’ vision of Britain as it sets its collective face to the dawning of a noble and
glorious future in a free and democratic country.’
A police patrol walks past, automatic weapons across their bodies and pointing down. No
wonder Terry Pratchett buggered off to the US. Given half a chance, a third of our population
would follow. The Pratchett thing sparks a memory and I hunt through until I find the next
offering. Frankly, I thought they were joking at first, but CNP regime ‘team workers’ have no
sense of humour.
'Extract From The Daily Truth, edited by the Ministry of Media' Dateline: January 8 2016
“PRATCHETT GUILTY OF SUBVERSION - FLEES TO USA”
‘In his absence, the alleged author, Terry Pratchett has been found guilty of writing subversive
literature. To whit the Discworld novels. In these books he gives covert support to Flat Earth
theorists, witchcraft, cowardice, wizardry and associated over-consumption of food to a
disgusting degree. Criminal activities are made light of and his obvious representation of the
stories’ seemingly most intelligent individual as an orang-utan has astonished the Ministry of
Media with its sheer insolence. A spokesman said today, “This is the kind of so-called literature
that corrupts our young people. Its anarchical, long-haired perpetrator has fled to America - a
fitting end to his influence in Britain, that he should be forced to live in the land of our enemies.”’
The ‘land of our enemies’ remark furthered soured our already strained relations with the US.
They were extremely pissed-off at the banning of all their fast-food franchises, but referring to
them as enemies of Britain or Nazi Britain as it’s now called damn near sealed the deal. The final
nail in the coffin? Well, I’ll tell you about that tomorrow, I must get ready for Mike’s eat-easy
now. It’s nearly six-thirty as I paste in the clippings and write these remarks in a separate journal,
time flies when you’re getting organised, doesn’t it? Anyway, cream buns await me and I can’t
bear to disappoint them.
In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.