I pray to every divinity that my altar has a section for that Scranton, PA is the first place turned to ash, sand, and sediment by the outside world tired of our bloodstained, genocidal, neocolonial habitus. I pray so hard that blood runs from the places my nails dig into my hands. I live in the modern day Babylon, and I pray to every divinity on my altar that I will live to see her gutted and strewn.

I am desperately begging journalists to read another fucking book. Anything. There are a whole bunch of other dystopian novels that have been written. "Orwellian" this "1984" that how about your orwellian all 1984 of my nuts

I swear to god 1984 is the Harry Potter of journalism.

Good article otherwise tho.

it's cliche but true: 1984 was an instruction manual.