1983 in philosophy

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What up homies? Welcome back to Thug Notes. This week we stickin it to the man with 1984 by George Orwell. 1984 focuses on Winston Smith, a mid-level member of a totalitarian regime known as The Party. Now the leader of this gang goes by the name of Big Brotha and represents the po-po keepin tabs on all yo shi*t. One day my boy Winston gets fed up wit the system and starts spittin fire up in his journal. But dat fool gotta watch his self cuz talkin smack about Big Bro is enough to get a brotha thrown in the slammer. Later, some fly hunny named Julia straight up booty calls Winston by passing him a note that says “I Love You.” Haell yeah. And after a while, Winston be thinkin he got mad love for this fox. One day at work, Winston peeps some cat by the name of O’Brien who seems like he wanna stick it to Big Brother too. So Winston brings his boo Julia to Obrien’s crib where O’Brien say that he part of a rebel group called “The Brotherhood.” Winston be like “sign me up, blood.” One night, Winston be readin some book that O’brien gave him when BAM, the 5-O come bustin through his door and bag him and homegirl. Turns out, dat fool Obrien was secretly part of Big Brother’s Thought Police crew. And let me tell you somethin, home boy. These fools AIN’T PLAYIN. In order to realign Winston with the party’s mentality, Obrien be torturing Winston until he admit to crimes he ain’t even done. Then Obrien be all like “Yo. We ain’t done up in here until everything be dead inside you. Then after you empty, we gonna fill yo ass up with Big Brotha-ly love.” Ain’t that some sh*t? But Winston say “Naw shorty, I keeps it real.” This be one of them instances where keepin it real goes wrong cuz dat boy Obrien slings Winston’s ass in the wackest torture chamber yo bitch ass ever heard of- Room 101. So O'Brien puts a cage full of rats all up in Winston’s grill until he gives in and starts screamin "Do it to Julia! Not me!” In the end, The Man takes all the ‘soul’straight outta Winston. He only love Big Brother. Damn. Aight son, you don’t know nuthin about Big Brotha unless you schooled on their wackest method of control- Doublethink. Let me break it down. It’s called doublethink cuz yo ass be thinkin in two ways at once. The first is you making the conscious decision to believe something that be obvious bullshit. The second is when you also deny that it’s even a lie in the first place. So in the end, youse a fool who be believin nonsense with all the conviction of it actually bein true. Like Obrien’s book say, doublethink goes on forever, with “the lie always one step ahead of the truth.” That shit is ridiculous. When most ballas think about Big Brotha, they usually think about the po-po peepin yo shit with informants and telescreens. But what’s just as legit is the way The Party twists reality. See, if you wanna roll like a G-ed up totalitarian dictator, you can’t just tear down the truth like Hitler, whose dumbass actually burned books that weren’t feeling his flow. Naw, you gotta build that shit back up like Stalin, who actually rewrote those muthafuckas to be in line with his flava. Orwell’s Oceania be givin nods to Stalin, who was sho as hell better at controllin his peeps than Hitler. Yo, you know what else is whack? As the party recreates reality, eventually all yo individual qualities get kicked straight to the curb. How’s a brotha gonna know he exist if all he be is what the government tells him he be? But let me be clear son. If you think this book just be a critique of Stalinism, you best check yo self blood. Cuz on the real, this book here is a warning for ALL mankind. Orwell sayin “Yo. unless we change shit up in here, we gonna become soulless robots and not even know it!” Hey, thank you for checking out Thug Notes Don't be a playa hater man, hit subscribe and see you next week.