If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another. Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than twos and threes. Rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflection of the voice; at the most, an occasional whispered word. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They need only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it.

I think the biggest issue is that we don’t know what to do when we’re mad anymore. People think that being mad is all you need - that if you say you’re mad, things will change. I often see people get pissed about something, then calm down and move on, as if they somehow achieved something with their anger alone.

I’m hoping that there’s some pressure going on under the surface, and people will eventually reach a point where enough anger has built up that they can’t take it anymore and they really take action, but from what I’ve seen, people are so against the concept of acting upon angry feelings that I worry they’ll just hold it in until they die.

So many are living in total wilful ignorance of politics that I don’t think anything is going to happen, most people barely even look at the news, they just check twitter feeds for their product fandoms so they know when to consume product and when to get excited for the next product.

I’ve decided the best and most feasible thing I can do right now is thoroughly decoupling myself from the corporate consumerism world, I haven’t had Netflix (boycotted over Chapelle initially then just stuck with it) in many years now and I just got around to cancelling Prime too, I’ve deleted all food delivery apps and I pirate all my media and use ublock/sponsor block everywhere, the only thing left to cancel is Spotify, I only ever buy used gadgets like old laptops that’d probably end up in a landfill, some of which I use to host Jellyfin etc.

In the 20th century, the “Roaring Twenties” ended with the great depression.

In the 21st century, we’re in the “Screaming Twenties”, and I hope it ends with a manic frenzy of plutocrat cannibalism… But I doubt it will have a catchy name or be called “great” by anyone.