Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Orwellian Society: An Unfortunate and Imminent Danger

For the past few years I've been hearing the term "Orwellian Society" being thrown about. Many people would swear that fiction has become a reality, but for the longest time, I didn't see it. "Look around you, Chiz," they would incessantly plea." The signs are everywhere." Yet, clergymen are a dying breed, so their daughters are far fewer. And I fail to comprehend how sociological and political studies of Europe in the 30s and 40s can have a direct impact on our lives in present day US.

I've probably met this man before, but I wouldn't
remember him. (Image Source)

Looking back on my ignorance makes me shutter, for now I realize I was looking in all the wrong places. It wasn't until I moved to my new residence that I finally realize what everyone was on about. I finally saw the truth.

When I first moved to my new town, I started encountering strange occurrences. Ducks, goats, and pigs, all coexisting within the same fenced in areas. Sharing food and partaking in their fair share of work around the surrounding farms. Those furry, cow-pie eating communists!

Conspirators and crooks engaging in 
inter-specie plots. (Image Source)

Pass a scene like that more than once, and you know something frightening has to be in the works. Yet, I chose to revel in the comfort of my ignorance than to face the fact: Farm animals were building their own self-governed utopia. 

Several more days passed, and the same scene unraveled itself before me. It wasn't until I saw something truly disturbing that I decided to take action.


One of the leaders, no doubt.

The Animal Farm was gaining momentum. It wasn't long before I stumble upon a new circular foundation just beside their pen. It hadn't been there before. Perhaps a windmill in the works? These bare-dinked communimals were trying to establish their own electric grid!

I acted fast, employing the town's farmer, butcher, and three and a half dogs from the animal shelter to wage war on the Animal Farm. When we laid siege upon the farm, the three dogs ran off into the woods and the half-of-a-dog was apparently already dead when we picked him up from the shelter. Needless to say, the siege was less than successful. The three of us barely breached the pen before getting, like, a ton of splinters from the untreated fence, forcing us into a premature retreat.

If you're interested in helping us put a stop to the advancing communimals, meet us Wednesday at 6:00 p.m. at the Applebee's off of Route 1. Leave your pitchforks in the car though. We're banned from the Outback Steakhouse because Larry thought his licence-to-carry permit applied to farm tools, as well.


Update: Hey sorry for my absence as of late. I recently moved to a new place (I was kicked out of my condo when the documents that said I could have a dog were apparently false). My commutes a tad bit longer which leaves less time for writing. I've been putting a lot of work into my WIP. I'm about 50k words into the first draft, which doesn't seem like much, but I've restarted several times. Also, I got a writing gig with the local newspaper. Doesn't pay much, but it's cool to get paid for writing, regardless. Hmm... there's got to be more excuses than that... Nope. Damn, I'm lazy. I'll try to focus on this blog more and hopefully catch up with all the blogs that I enjoy.