Midnight at the Matinee

Midnight at the Matinee

Literary Criticism

The Transgender Endgame

“The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”

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Carson J. McAuley
Apr 24, 2022
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Recently, for what must have been the twenty-somethingth time, I picked up my dogeared old copy of George Orwell’s 1984 intending to skim a particular passage, only to return it to my bookshelf several hours later, still reeling from its final, most impactful line.

I am far from alone in having such a relationship with the novel, and yet, even among similarly devoted readers, I can sense attentions beginning to wane. After all, no matter how eloquently 1984 articulates the hell of totalitarianism as well as the degradations suffered beneath it, if you have stumbled across this article from sites like Gab or MeWe, you’ve likely scrolled through just about all the Orwell quotes you can handle. So frequently are these applied to our current situation that, by all objective measure, they should have long ago devolved into unrepeatable cliché, each rereading instead flowing with a bleak and terrible prescience.

During my latest, one passage in particular struck me:

“He [protagonist, Winston Smith] picked up the children's history book and looked at the portrait of Big Brother which formed its frontispiece. The hypnotic eyes gazed into his own. It was as though some huge force were pressing down upon you -- something that penetrated inside your skull, battering against your brain, frightening you out of your beliefs, persuading you, almost, to deny the evidence of your senses. In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality, was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense.”

It is not the first time this mathematical equation, both the flawed and corrected version, has provided writers and philosophers a jumping-off point from which to consider the nature of reality, Dostoyevsky, Zamyatin, and Balzac all employing it in their musings on the malleability and even the desirability of objective truth. Within the western literary tradition, however, it is Orwell who has ensured that ‘two plus two equals five’ constitutes a code for surrender at the hands of an irrational, bullying authority.

And in today’s post-scamdemic world, there are no shortage of these irrational, bullying authorities. Over the course of the last two years, now mercifully (if temporarily) receded, our civilization has been suffocated beneath a barrage of health edicts - edicts which, for great swathes of the public, came to represent a kind of substitute morality.

Needless to say, it would be easy to bemoan the mindlessness of mask mandates or the callous voodoo of social distancing. It would be even easier to reiterate the suicidality of lockdowns or the warped logic of stunting our children, yet neither should it be forgotten how, back before the Covid hoax began, American leftists, both the devout and de facto, were already well practiced in digesting vast quantities of manifest bullshit. In everything from crime statistics to sixth-grade biology, these self-anointed rationalists not only repeatedly fell for the most obvious falsehoods, but actually became their most rigorous enforcers – no falsehood more obvious or rigorously enforced than the cult of corporate transgenderism.

Now, I’m going to go out on a limb here, and assume that most readers who’ve stuck with me after the preceding paragraph are likely familiar with the name Klaus Schwab. Together with spawn of his World Economic Forum leadership program, he has infiltrated and ultimately subverted untold numbers of governments, corporations, and banking institutions; news outlets, education systems, and religious hierarchies, all while managing to remain all but unknown.

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