Child’s Play

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Bill, these children remind me of the Parson kids, Winston’s neighbors across the hall who belonged to the “Spies.” They haunted Winston’s apartment building in Victory Gardens near the Ministry of Truth.

One of them, a sneaky little girl of seven, turns in her father when, listening at the keyhole, she hears him murmuring “I hate Big Brother” in his sleep.

As the father is led off to torture in Room 101, he boasts to Winston about his sharp little kid. “Pretty smart for a nipper of seven, eh? I don’t bear her any grudge for it. In fact I’m proud of her. It shows I brought her up in the right spirit, anyway.”

I think he’s one of those perpetrators of “CrimeThought” who is grateful to the Thought Police for catching him before he can do any more damage.

“Shoot me now,” he begs. But they won’t. they have to torture him first, until he truly loves Big Brother.

Hey, kids:

Do you love Obama

More than yo mama?

Big Brother is watching you.

[Thanks to SSgt. NAF for a correction — he caught it before the Thought Police did!)

4:32 pm on September 30, 2008