On Thu, 29 Jun 2006 01:44:22 GMT, www.peaceinspace.com <truth@r.us>
wrote:

On Wed, 28 Jun 2006 21:26:06 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

On Wed, 28 Jun 2006 01:53:15 GMT, www.peaceinspace.com <truth@r.us>
wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:50:22 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 13:52:49 GMT, www.peaceinspace.com <truth@r.us>
wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:16:00 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

I'm stelling the truth

what are you doing to truth?

Why are you lying, Alexa?  

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a
coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.
It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a
man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome
features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even
at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric
current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive
in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston,
who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went
slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the
lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was
one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about
when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. 

Who is "Big Brother" in your fantasy world,

WAR IS PEACE 

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY 

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH 

The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above
ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London
there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So
completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of
Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously. They were
the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of
government was divided. The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with
news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace,
which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law
and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic
affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and
Miniplenty. 

Alexa?  

The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows
in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within
half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on
official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of
barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even
the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced
guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons. 

ESL! 

Winston turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression
of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen.
He crossed the room into the tiny kitchen. By leaving the Ministry at this
time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware
that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark-coloured bread
which had got to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast. He took down from the
shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY
GIN. It gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese ricespirit. Winston
poured out nearly a teacupful, nerved himself for a shock, and gulped it
down like a dose of medicine. 

Alexa's literary theft is noted.  

ESL! 

-- 
Bookman -The Official Overseer of Kooks and Trolls in AFA-B 
Kazoo Konspirator #668 (The Neighbor of the Beast) 
Clue-Bat Wrangler 
Keeper of the Nickname Lists 
Despotic Kookologist of the New World Order 
Hammer of Thor award, October 2005
COOSN-266-06-89425

"I'd love to kill you in a ring"  - Bartmo gets all touchy-feely 

"****SPV.......  So yes I am an idiot." 

"ASK THE NWS,  YOUR TAX DOLLAR GOES TO THEM NOT TO DR.TURI."
- Mr. Turi explains how to accurately predict hurricanes

Bookman is yet another Usenet fignuten, meaning naysayer and/or
rusemaster of their incest cloned Third Reich.  In other words, you're
communicating with an intellectual if not a biological clone of
Hitler.
- Brad Guth tries to wax "scientific", but invokes Godwin, instead.

WWFSMD?