Right Here, Right Now, In A World Orwell Penned For You And Me
Ingsoc - English Socialism - is the life people live under in George Orwell's classic tale of big brother modeled on Stalin's Russia 1984. It's a time where neighbors report each other to the authorities for supposed crimes - such a thinking for yourself, writing in a diary, or having sex with someone you shouldn't. And even children report on their parents.
It's a time where a knock on the door could be a neighbor - BUT - it could very well be the thought police, coming to make sure your thoughts are in the right place.
It's all a story right? I mean, no-one would have big brother come knocking on their door to "make sure" they are "right", would they? Not in this day and age of protected rights and what have you.
Picture this in your mind. It's late at night. Around 9:45pm. You're sitting down to watch some silly show on the TV. You hear a slight squeak of brakes from outside, but it hardly registers in your brain. Moments later you hear heavy footsteps outside your door, quickly followed by three short, sharp and heavy knocks on your door. The knocks aren't the quick KnockKnockKnock type. More the Knock. Knock. Knock. that has authority with it.
You go to the door and open it to see two men in suits standing there. They are clean shaven even at this time of night. Their hair is in place. And their suits are perfectly pressed. They are both smiling, a smile like Jack Nicholson's Joker character in Batman, which makes you uneasy. And you notice that they are not standing right in front of the door like a normal person. They are standing to the side - just like a police officer would stand to avoid any random gun shots fired through the door.
You look past them to the curb and see their car. It's black and shiny. The windows are tinted so you cannot see if anyone else is inside. And you notice a small little antenna sticking up from the center of the roof.
You look back at the men - just noticing they both have small ear pieces with a curly wire leading into their shirt collar - and ask them what they want.
In an authoritative voice - most definitely government trained - they do not answer you. Instead they say, "We're secret service. May we come in and ask you a few questions" and then proceed to just come in before you have said yes or no.
Seems like something that's no likely to happen to you, right? I mean, you've done nothing wrong. You are an upstanding citizen. You pay your taxes. And even take out your invalid neighbor's garbage. Why would secret service guys come knocking on your door?
That's exactly what Annie thought. Until the night it happened. And now Annie has an FBI file - probably for life. May not be allowed on aircraft due to being on a "no fly" list. And will probably have her communication lines tapped from now until the day she dies.
So how did she end up this way... this girl who lives at home with her mom? How did she become the target of national security concerns?
Her blog.
She wrote something bad on her blog. Something, most probably, to do with causing harm to Dubbya. A reader then reported her - in good Ingsoc style - to the authorities. And the rest, as Jesus Jones sang, is the world waking up from history.
Oh. If you want to read her sorry saga about it, you can do so here.
As she says. Let this be a word to the wise. Free speech is fine, but writing about harming another person is not.
And for the conspiracy readers: The entire story is made up by the Illuminati - or whatever you call the hidden players that control the world. It is designed to let people know what could happen to them if they say anything against the beast (against the current beast and overthrowing it). By having it read this way, it seems more real, is not a direct assault on the freedom of speech, and will have people censor themselves. Fear and control by urban legend. Those masters of the Proles are tricky.
Is her tale of woe for real all just an attention getting ploy - or part of the Prole Masters' method of control? I leave that for you to decide.

