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Speaker 0 (0s): Well, I guess you better listen up Pilgrim. We're about to get in to some brave new world versus George Orwell. What a horrible John Wayne impression, isn't it. Hey, I tried, we gotta to do gave it the old college try there. I gave it the old John Wayne American hero, the inspiration to Clint Eastwood, dirty Harry.
You know, the reason I was going with his Western style breakdown, because I really want to get into how our world is the way that it is today. And I've been reading rereading some of the classics, 1984 by George Orwell, brave new world by all this Huxley. And I was curious as to what most people would think about today's environment.
Would you, my friend think that we are living in a world more like 1984, a sort of surveillance state, or do you think we are living in a brave new world, a technocratic state. If I were to ask you that, what would you say if I was to take a poll? What would America say? What do you think Europe would say? No, that's a good question.
So I thought we would go over a few passages of both books. I thought we dig into a little bit of both and I've let you be the judge kind of like, remember when you were a kid and you would have watched the NFL with your dad, and there was always the Buick to call, well, I'm bringing it back and now you get to make the call. I think you're going to enjoy it. George Orwell's 1984 was written in 1948.
All they did was kind of switch the numbers around they're all this Huxley, 1931. This is sort of a tale of the tape here. A lot of people don't know, however, brave new world written by all this Huxley actually had a second book written, kind of a followup. And it was called brave new world revisited where all this Huxley goes into how the culture is evolving, what got right and what he got wrong.
If you purchase that book, you will also find some correspondence between him and George Orwell. Now I know what you're thinking. Yeah, George, everybody knows those two men were alive at the same time. Most of us have read the correspondence. Don't you have anything new for us, George? We're just going to repeat all this old Gar bodge no, my friends, I have an exclusive for you because I care about you and I love you.
And I did my research. I George Monte, true life podcast, and going to bring to you the first ever dialogue leaked. I don't want to give up my source, but have, you know, it's a very high level source. And as far as I know, you will be the very first person to hear this dialogue. Now let me set it up for you. It was late in their careers.
Orwell's book was enjoined, tremendous success on mr. Aldous Huxley, who by that time had discovered LSD 25 and was friends with dr. Timothy Leary. He took it upon himself or perhaps the LSD took upon him. I guess there was a rather large dose and Huxley became a little bit upset, maybe a little jealous at the success of Orwell, who he believed was not of the quality of himself as a writer and or as a journalist or a thinker.
So under this huge dose of LSD, he went over to George Orwell's house late at night, walking across his grass, up to his house late at night, and then ensued the argument of what you're about to hear without any further ado. Let me play that for you. Now.
Speaker 1 (5m 7s): I know what you're thinking. You're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Oh, I remember asking you a God damn thing now to tell you the truth. I forgot myself and all this excitement truth is you the week. And I am the tyranny of evil, but be in this 44, Megan, the most powerful handgun in the world and we'll blow your head clean off. It's called baby it's cold. We still Jeff off. You could ask yourself question. Do I feel lucky?
Do you give me the Babel ringer? The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men will ship it's the week. I will strike down upon the, with great vengeance and furious anger. And you will know I am the Lord. When I lay my vengeance upon you, did you hear me? I said, get off my lawn now.
Speaker 0 (6m 5s): Now granted, I don't know what happened at the end there, but you can tell that was a very volatile situation. Very tense. Apparently Orwell had just planted some flowers or put some new seed on the lawn.
Speaker 1 (6m 23s): So,
Speaker 0 (6m 24s): Well, I brought it to you first there you guys go, you're welcome. Now let's get into what could have led to this. I think it's the battle of the books and that's what we're going to get into. I'm going to go through these books and you guys can be the judge of which book is more prescient of today. So let's start off with a little bit about all this Huxley. First, I'm going to read you a little bit of his bio and then we'll do a bit of George's bio. And then we're gonna get into some of the books, all this Huxley, absolutely detested mass culture and popular entertainment, and many of his toughest critical essays, as well as several intense passages in his fiction, consist of sneers and jeers at the cheapness of the cinematic ethic and the vulgarity of commercial music.
He chance to die on the same day as the assassination of president Kennedy in November, 1963, being cheated of a proper obituary notice as a result and sharing the date of decease with C S Lewis chronicler of Narnia. So he missed the televisual event, which once, and for all confirmed the global village. But if he were able to return to us and cast his scornful and lofty gaze on our hedonistic society, he would probably be relatively unsurprised at the way.
Things are going. Sex has been divorced from procreation to a degree, hard to imagine, even in 1963 and the current great debates in the moral science is concerned. The implications of reproductive cloning and the employment of fetal STEM cells and medicine. The study of history is everywhere, but especially in the United States in steep decline, public life in the richer societies is routinely compared to the rhythms of spectacle and entertainment.
A flickering hunger for authenticity, pushes many people to explore the peripheral and shrinking worlds of the indigenous. This was all prefigured in brave new world. So in a way was the one child policy that was previously followed in communist China, where to the extent that the program is successful, we will not only see a formerly clannish society where everyone is an only child, but a formerly Marxist one that has no real cognit word for brotherhood.
Intercontinental rocket travel has not become the commonplace Huxley anticipated, but it's to have become a cliche jumbo jets do the same work of abolishing distance for the masses, even though in a strange moment of refusal, the developed world has stepped back from the supersonic Concorde and reverted to the days of voyaging comfortably below the speed of sound. That's a quick, a little paragraph into all this Huxley and a little bit about his book. Let's read a little bit about, or well now, or what was the pin name of Eric Arthur Blair born in 1903 in colonial India.
He attended boarding school in England and it was there that he first became aware of the hurtful class prejudice that plagued British society, developing an early sensitivity to the uses and abuses of power upon graduating from Eaton in 1921, or well signed on with the Burmese Indian Imperial police about which he commented in order to hate imperialism. You have got to be part of it. His time in Burma affected him profoundly and he quit without explanation.
Five years later announcing that he was to become a writer, finding himself nearly penniless and taking a job as a dishwasher. The young writer explored the topic of poverty firsthand in his first published book down and out in Paris in London followed soon after by Burmese days, which recalled his time in the Imperial police though his interest in the plight of individuals attempting to transcend their social roles came across in such early comic novels as keep the ASPET distra flying.
It wasn't until his him passionate account of the plight of English workers in the road to wig and pier that his new political consciousness fully blossomed around this time. He and his new wife joined an anti-fascist militia at the outbreak of the civil war in Spain as is recounted in his own image to California. Catalonia. Sorry about that. I almost said California. Hmm. Do I know something you guys don't know? Hmm. Was that foreshadowing though?
He is perhaps best known for his brilliant satire animal farm and his classic dystopian novel 1984, which followed essay collections such as inside the whale reflected his continuing concern with the very real political and social circumstances of his day. Following the death of his wife in 45 or we'll contracted tuberculosis. And soon after his second marriage died in 1950 at the age of 46. So there you have it.
My friends, that's the beginning there, we've got a little background on them. I've got a little insight into some of their thoughts. Now let us start off with brave new world. This particular scene is from the beginning of the book and it gets into the conditioning of humans at an early age. And for those of you that haven't read the book and quite some time, brave new world consists of different classes, alphas, betas, deltas, Gamma's, epsilons each one being conditioned at birth.
Here's a scene of how it starts. This particular scene is at the infant nursery and the director who is like the dictator of the scientific world. That is brave new world. He is touring the nursery with his new class of alphas and they are viewing everything. Now bring in the children, they hurried out of the room and returned any minute or two each pushing a kind of tall dumbwaiter Laden on all its four wire netted shells with eight month old babies, all exactly alike and all since their cast was Delta dressed in khaki, put them down on the floor.
The infants were unloaded. Now turn them so they can see the flowers and books turned the babies at once, fell silent, then began to crawl towards those clusters of sleek colors. Those shapes so gay and brilliant on the white pages. As they approached, the sun came out of a momentary eclipse behind a cloud. The Rose is flamed up as though with a sudden passion from within a new and profound significance, seem to suffer.
Use the shining pages of the books from the ranks of the crawling. Babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure. The director rubbed his hands. Excellent. He said it, my aunt must have been done on purpose. The swiftest crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out. Uncertainly touched grasped on patrolling the transfigure roses, crumpling the illuminated pages of the books.
The director waited until all were happily busy, thin watch carefully. He said and lifting his hand. He gave the signal, the head nurse who was standing by a switchboard at the other end of the room, press down a little lever. There was a violent explosion shriller and even shriller a siren shriek alarm bells, maddeningly sounded the children started screened. Their faces were distorted with terror.
And now the director shouted for the noise was deafening. Now we proceed to rub in the lesson with a mild electric shock. He waved his hand again and the head nurse pressed a second lever. The screaming of the babies suddenly changed its tone. There was something desperate, almost insane about the sharp spasmodic Yelps to which they now gave utterance, their little bodies, twitched and stiffen their limbs move jerkily as if to tug of unseen wires.
We can electrify the whole strip of floor, bald, the director and explanation, but that is not enough. He signaled to the nurse, the explosions ceased, the bells stopped ringing. The shriek of the siren died down from tone to tone into silence. The stiffly twitching bodies relaxed and what had become the sob and Yelp of infant maniacs broadened out once more into a normal how of ordinary terror offer them the flowers and the books. Again, the nurses obeyed, but at the approach of the roses at the mere sight of those Gaily colored images of cock-a-doodle-doo and Baba blacks keep the infants shrink away in horror.
The volume of their howling suddenly increased observe. So the director triumphantly observe books and loud noises, flowers, and electric shocks already in the infant mind, these couples were compromised, tingly linked, and after 200 repetitions of the same or a similar lesson would be wedded in soluble. What man has joined nature is powerless to put a sender, they'll grow up with what the psychologist used to call an instinctive hatred of books and flowers, reflexes, unalterably, conditioned.
Don't be safe from books and buttony all their lives. The director turn to his nurses, take them away. Again, still yelling. The khaki babies were loaded onto their dumbwaiters and wheeled out, leaving behind them. The smell of sour milk and the most welcomed silence. One of the students held up his hand and though he could see quite well why you couldn't have lower caste people wasting the community's time over books, and that there was always the risk of their reading. Something which might undesirably deconditioned one of their reflexes yet.
Well, he couldn't understand about the flowers. Why go to the tree of making me psychologically impossible for deltas to like flowers patiently. The DHC explained if the children were made to scream at the sight of a Rose that was on grounds of high economic policy, not so very long ago, a century or thereabouts Gamma's deltas, even epsilons had been conditioned to like flowers, flowers in particular and wild nature in general, the idea was to make, want to be going out into the country at every available opportunity.
And so compel them to consume transport and didn't they consume transport, ask the student quite a lot. The DHC replied, but nothing else, prim roses and landscapes. He pointed out have one grave defect. There are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature at any rate among the lower classes to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport four.
Of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an economically Sunder reason for consuming transport. Then Amir affection for Primrose is in landscapes. It was duly found. We condition the masses to hate the country, concluded the director, but simultaneously we condition them to love all country sports. At the same time we see to it that all country sports shall entail the use of elaborate apparatus so that they consume manufactured articles as well as transport.
Hence those electric shocks, I see said the student and was silent, lost in admiration. For me, this particular passage brings up two points. The first off is the point of eugenics. That is the separation of alphas, betas, deltas. Epsilons different classes of people. I think it's important to note that Huxley himself was a eugenicist.
He believed that without
Speaker 1 (19m 44s): Hmm,
Speaker 0 (19m 45s): Holding the population and by calling the population, I mean, getting rid of people with deformities, getting rid of people with lower IQs, getting rid of people who are unable to pull their own way, that we are inherently ruining not only our species, but the planet he made. The argument that it is because of modern medicine. It is because of technology that so many people are alive today.
People born prior to Huxley's time that did not have the modern medicine, the technological advances, the majority of them died in childbirth. Be it through deformity, be it through disease, be it through sanitary conditions. Huxley's theory went on to talk about inferior people. Outbreeding quality people
Speaker 1 (20m 47s): That theory
Speaker 0 (20m 48s): In my mind is still alive and well today when he talks about the different levels of people, the alphas, the betas, the Gamma's, the book continues throughout to talk about the differences and how the people, the alphas on top, see the people below them as less than human in our country, the United States. It seems as though we are taught, there's no such thing as a caste system here in our country.
However, when you think about a really wealthy neighborhood, the majority of those neighborhoods have nannies. They have gardeners are all those nannies and gardeners the same race of people that come from the country in which those people live or are they coming from a third world country, are the nannies, the gardeners, are they usually the same level of income as the person of whom they're caring for?
Or are they of lower income? Could you make the argument that the people coming from the third world were in fact epsilons and deltas? I'm not saying they are. I am just speaking about some similarities in our current environment that I think are similar to the world in which Huxley describes. I think you could say that, have you gone to a sporting event, have you gone to a theater and enjoyed the show? And then afterwards stuck around to see the people cleaning up.
I think you could make the argument that we have a caste system in our country. I think you could make the argument that as much as people are taught about the American dream and striving hard to make it to the top, I think it's more difficult than ever to do so. The second part that passage makes me reflect on is that of social conditioning in the passage I read, it starts with loud sirens and electric shocks on the topic of sirens.
I believe that today's public education system, which was built and founded on the Prussian system is based all around bells and whistles. If you went to a public school, tell me if this sounds familiar, you walk into class, you stand up, put your hand over your heart and say the pledge of allegiance conditioning. You sit down at your desk while turning your head up, looking at an authority figure, but just the act of sitting down and looking up denotes that the person you are looking up to is someone to be respected 30 minutes, go by and you hear a bell and what you get up and go to the next class.
And you repeat the process again, you continue that conditioning process for 17 to 18 years. The public education process is not so much critical thinking. It's based on creating obedient workers much like the nursery, the 18 years in public school is in fact, a social conditioning laboratory.
Another aspect of that particular conditioning that was used in the nursery was the electric shocks. Now I know what you're thinking, George, we don't, we don't shock people. We don't use that particular sort of violence. No we don't. But in today's world, you could make the case that, well, let me, let me say it this way. There's plenty of people who suffer from Phantom leg syndrome. You know what that is?
Like, I might not be saying that accurately, but have you ever felt like your leg, like buzz because your phone is in your pocket so much it buzzes and then sometimes when your phone is not in your pocket, like you still feel it, like that's kind of a shock, right? Or how about when you hear for some of the older generation you've got mail, you know, now it's just a beep. Like, did he, did he, or whatever, whatever tone you choose to put on your phone, it's an alert. It is a shock in that it releases dopamine.
It releases maybe some norepinephrine, but it releases a chemical in your brain to tell you to check your phone in the hopes of something good might be there or a surprise or news of some sort. So you could make the argument that we don't need electric shocks when we have our phones with us or our watches with us or our tablets with us. Those in fact are the electric shocks of today.
Now let us shift gears and talk about the opening of 1984. This particular scene is in the beginning of the book where it talks about Winston, the main character about his, his current living conditions, the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage, an old rag mats at one end of it, a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply any enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache.
And ruggedly handsome features Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times, it was seldom working and at present, the electric current was cut off by during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive and preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up and Winston who was 39 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 gaze 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 inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures, which had something to do with the production of pig. Hire the voice came from an oblong metal plaque, like a doled mirror, which formed part of the surface of the right hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sinked somewhat though, the words were still distinguishable.
The instrument, the telescreen, it was called could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window, a smallest frail figure. The meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls, which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair. His face naturally singling his skin Ruffin by a coarse soap and blunt razorblades, and the cold of the winter that had just ended outside.
Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold down in the street. Little eddies of wind were whirling. Dustin torn paper into spirals. And though the sun was shining in the sky, harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black mustachioed face gaze down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house front immediately.
Opposite. Big brother is watching you. The caption said while the dark eyes look deep into Winston's zone down at street level, another poster torn at one corner flapped fitfully in the wind alternately covering and uncovering the single word ink sock in the far distance, a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs hovered for an instant, like a blue bottle and darted away again with a curving flight.
It was the police patrol snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter. However, only the thought police matter behind Winston's back. The voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig iron and the over fulfillment of the ninth three year plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously any sound that Winston made above the level of a very low whisper would be picked up by it. Moreover so long as he remained within the field of vision, which the metal plaque commanded he could be seen as well as heard there was of course, no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment, how often or on what system the thought police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork.
It was even conceivable that the, they watched everybody all the time, but at any rate they could plug in your wire. Whenever they wanted to, you had to live, did live from habit. That became instinct in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard and except in darkness, every movement scrutinized Winston kept his back, turned to the telescreen. It was safer though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing it kilometer away the ministry of truth, his place of work towered vast and white above the grimy landscape.
This he thought with the sort of vague distaste, this was London, chief city of airstrip, one itself, the third, most populous of the provinces in Oceana. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this, where there are always these vistas of rotting, 19th century houses, their sides shored up with bulks of timber that are windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden wall sagging in all directions and the bombs sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the pillow herbs straggled over the heaps of rabble and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger path.
And there had sprung up sorted colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken houses, but it was no use. He could not remember nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright lit Tableu occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. The ministry of truth. Many true in newspeak was starting li different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous, pure middle structure of glittering white concrete soaring up terrace after terrace 300 meters into the air from where Winston stood.
It was just possible to read picked out on its white face and elegant lettering. The three slogans of the party war is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. The ministry of truth contained. It was said 3000 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 tore up 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, many true mini packs, many love and many plenty.
So there we see a different idea. We see Orwell's idea of the future. The first point I want to bring up about that particular passage is the point of surveillance. They talk about the telescreen, it could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. You know, there's a clip I saw, everybody knows about Alexa and your phone and the surveillance capitalism, whether it's Google or the search engines.
I'm often reminded of a, I remember seeing an ESPN clip one time where the sportscaster, I think it was during the NFL a few years back, or I'm sorry. It was during the super bowl a few years back where he had said with today's technology, not only are you watching the game, but we're watching you watch the game. If you go on YouTube, you can find that clip. And it's just like, what? So I think it's safe to say that if you have a smart TV, now that that TV is recording you on some level, there's been talks of phones turning on and recording stuff.
And every time the companies get challenged on it, they say, Oh, well, yeah, that, that might happen from time to time, but it's just so that we can serve you targeted ads. You know, I don't, I don't, I don't necessarily believe that. I mean, if you have information of people that could be worth something, are you not going to use that information? Another part of surveillance was they talked about the helicopter that swooped down in front of his house to check things out. Now, I don't know about military grade helicopters swooping in between buildings.
However, I think it's completely possible for drones, not just flying drones, but some the new 5g towers have antennas on them. Some of the streetlights they say have antennas on them. Another direction you could take it is, you know, big brother is always watching you. Big brother. Doesn't have to always be watching you as long as you think big brother is always watching you. If they, if the government or the city or the authorities in the area in which you live are relying on a surveillance state in order to modify your behavior, they don't have to have cameras everywhere.
They just have to have you believe there's cameras everywhere. And it has the exact same effect. Another point that I think is unique to Orwell's point of view about the future is newspeak. And we've talked a little bit about it. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. This compression of speech. As we get into the book, we'll learn more about what newspeak is.
And a quick definition, I think of newspeak is compression of language. They do a way with words that they call monotonous. For example, when they talk about good, the ministry of truth, as we don't need more words for good, we don't need excellent or great. All you need is good or plus good. If something is excellent, double plus good will serve just fine.
The same is true for the antithesis of the word, instead of good. You don't need something completely off. You don't need something like bad. How about just and good. So you compress the language, so you just have good plus good double plus good or, and good. And what that does is it controls thought if you don't have a linguistic pathway to get where you want to go, you can't have critical thinking.
If you only have good or an good, you can't have something that is exquisite or horrific, it's just good around good. It takes out the emotion. It takes out the critical thinking. It takes away the ability to explain the true tragedy of the events. And that's the ultimate goal of newspeak is to in the longterm take away critical thinking from people in our society today, we haven't so much seen the taking away of language through newspeak techniques, but you have seen an attempt through political correctness to censor, to publicly shame on a, on a related scale.
You've seen alternative pronouns, which in a weird way, take away the validity of the old pronouns. And it has the same effect as far as changing thought, changing behavior in this opening set. I'd like to say that I think that 1984 is what the future of a Marxist or socialist world would look like.
You see you because of the corruption that comes with any sort of large governing body. It's important to note that ultimately the corruption at the top will take everything from the people on the bottom. A good example of that is kind of what's happening in China today. What you see in China today is president Z purging a lot of his cabinet members. For those of you paying attention recently, he made himself dictator for life.
Recently, you've seen a million of the weaker people become enslaved and work in the factories. You could argue that the weaker people are the proles of 1984 and that the Han Chinese are the alphas. There's a lot of similarities there maybe because it is in fact has its roots in a Marxist society in a socialist country. Whereas Huxley's more of a end game for a fascist regime.
Think of, think of the pharmaceutical companies like how much money do they stand right now to make off a vaccine that's never been tested. The pharmaceutical companies cannot be sued. If there's any poor effects, the pharmaceutical companies can sponsor programs and are leading colleges to teach young minds to think what would be beneficial for them.
They can pay lobbyists to lobby Congress to pay astronomical prices for drugs. They lobby Congress so that the American people, regardless of the ramifications of a bad vaccine, the pharmaceutical buddies can not be sued regardless of what happens. That is fascism on steroids.
Unintended. It's interesting. I heard a quote one time, this is the Nazis lost world war II, but fascism won that war. And I think that, that we are seeing sort of a brave new world in the United States. And in 1984 in China, in brave new world, the alphas would consume a substance called Soma that would take away their anxiety would take away their ability to get depressed.
I think you could argue today that Soma today's Soma is in fact, selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. Like the SSRI is how many people are on some sort of drug like that, some sort of stimulant or some sort of Paxil, or, you know, pick your poison. There's a ton of them out there now. And what does that say about our society? When so many of us have to take drugs in order to live the life we're living in a society that is sick, the most well-adapted are the sickest.
And if so many of our people are on some sort of SSRI, what does that say about our society? We have to be drugged into getting up and going to work and leaving our family and putting our grandparents in homes and dropping our kids off with strangers. And so I would argue that for this opening series and mind you, this is not my final decision.
We're going to continue down this road for, I think we're going to do like three parts on it. This is going to be about the end of the first part. I think there's enough information here for you to think about our country and think about other countries. What do you think is more prescient right now? Is it the surveillance state or is it the pharma logically and deuced? Genetically engineered people of the state is one more prevalent in your neighborhood.
Do you see it equally where you work? Is it at different levels? Is there a 1984 for the lower class in the U S and a brave new world for some of the upper class people, is there a caste system in our country? What about other countries? These are all questions to think about. We're going to get into it guys. I want to let you know. I love you. This is the beginning of Huxley
Speaker 2 (44m 47s): Versus or well brave new world verse 1984. Which one do we live in? I don't know. It's so crazy.
Speaker 0 (44m 57s): I am crazy crazy for you guys. I love you. Thank you for taking time to listen to this. And we're going to be back with more on this series. I love you guys Aloha.
Speaker 0 (0s): Well, I guess you better listen up Pilgrim. We're about to get in to some brave new world versus George Orwell. What a horrible John Wayne impression, isn't it. Hey, I tried, we gotta to do gave it the old college try there. I gave it the old John Wayne American hero, the inspiration to Clint Eastwood, dirty Harry.
You know, the reason I was going with his Western style breakdown, because I really want to get into how our world is the way that it is today. And I've been reading rereading some of the classics, 1984 by George Orwell, brave new world by all this Huxley. And I was curious as to what most people would think about today's environment.
Would you, my friend think that we are living in a world more like 1984, a sort of surveillance state, or do you think we are living in a brave new world, a technocratic state. If I were to ask you that, what would you say if I was to take a poll? What would America say? What do you think Europe would say? No, that's a good question.
So I thought we would go over a few passages of both books. I thought we dig into a little bit of both and I've let you be the judge kind of like, remember when you were a kid and you would have watched the NFL with your dad, and there was always the Buick to call, well, I'm bringing it back and now you get to make the call. I think you're going to enjoy it. George Orwell's 1984 was written in 1948.
All they did was kind of switch the numbers around they're all this Huxley, 1931. This is sort of a tale of the tape here. A lot of people don't know, however, brave new world written by all this Huxley actually had a second book written, kind of a followup. And it was called brave new world revisited where all this Huxley goes into how the culture is evolving, what got right and what he got wrong.
If you purchase that book, you will also find some correspondence between him and George Orwell. Now I know what you're thinking. Yeah, George, everybody knows those two men were alive at the same time. Most of us have read the correspondence. Don't you have anything new for us, George? We're just going to repeat all this old Gar bodge no, my friends, I have an exclusive for you because I care about you and I love you.
And I did my research. I George Monte, true life podcast, and going to bring to you the first ever dialogue leaked. I don't want to give up my source, but have, you know, it's a very high level source. And as far as I know, you will be the very first person to hear this dialogue. Now let me set it up for you. It was late in their careers.
Orwell's book was enjoined, tremendous success on mr. Aldous Huxley, who by that time had discovered LSD 25 and was friends with dr. Timothy Leary. He took it upon himself or perhaps the LSD took upon him. I guess there was a rather large dose and Huxley became a little bit upset, maybe a little jealous at the success of Orwell, who he believed was not of the quality of himself as a writer and or as a journalist or a thinker.
So under this huge dose of LSD, he went over to George Orwell's house late at night, walking across his grass, up to his house late at night, and then ensued the argument of what you're about to hear without any further ado. Let me play that for you. Now.
Speaker 1 (5m 7s): I know what you're thinking. You're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Oh, I remember asking you a God damn thing now to tell you the truth. I forgot myself and all this excitement truth is you the week. And I am the tyranny of evil, but be in this 44, Megan, the most powerful handgun in the world and we'll blow your head clean off. It's called baby it's cold. We still Jeff off. You could ask yourself question. Do I feel lucky?
Do you give me the Babel ringer? The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men will ship it's the week. I will strike down upon the, with great vengeance and furious anger. And you will know I am the Lord. When I lay my vengeance upon you, did you hear me? I said, get off my lawn now.
Speaker 0 (6m 5s): Now granted, I don't know what happened at the end there, but you can tell that was a very volatile situation. Very tense. Apparently Orwell had just planted some flowers or put some new seed on the lawn.
Speaker 1 (6m 23s): So,
Speaker 0 (6m 24s): Well, I brought it to you first there you guys go, you're welcome. Now let's get into what could have led to this. I think it's the battle of the books and that's what we're going to get into. I'm going to go through these books and you guys can be the judge of which book is more prescient of today. So let's start off with a little bit about all this Huxley. First, I'm going to read you a little bit of his bio and then we'll do a bit of George's bio. And then we're gonna get into some of the books, all this Huxley, absolutely detested mass culture and popular entertainment, and many of his toughest critical essays, as well as several intense passages in his fiction, consist of sneers and jeers at the cheapness of the cinematic ethic and the vulgarity of commercial music.
He chance to die on the same day as the assassination of president Kennedy in November, 1963, being cheated of a proper obituary notice as a result and sharing the date of decease with C S Lewis chronicler of Narnia. So he missed the televisual event, which once, and for all confirmed the global village. But if he were able to return to us and cast his scornful and lofty gaze on our hedonistic society, he would probably be relatively unsurprised at the way.
Things are going. Sex has been divorced from procreation to a degree, hard to imagine, even in 1963 and the current great debates in the moral science is concerned. The implications of reproductive cloning and the employment of fetal STEM cells and medicine. The study of history is everywhere, but especially in the United States in steep decline, public life in the richer societies is routinely compared to the rhythms of spectacle and entertainment.
A flickering hunger for authenticity, pushes many people to explore the peripheral and shrinking worlds of the indigenous. This was all prefigured in brave new world. So in a way was the one child policy that was previously followed in communist China, where to the extent that the program is successful, we will not only see a formerly clannish society where everyone is an only child, but a formerly Marxist one that has no real cognit word for brotherhood.
Intercontinental rocket travel has not become the commonplace Huxley anticipated, but it's to have become a cliche jumbo jets do the same work of abolishing distance for the masses, even though in a strange moment of refusal, the developed world has stepped back from the supersonic Concorde and reverted to the days of voyaging comfortably below the speed of sound. That's a quick, a little paragraph into all this Huxley and a little bit about his book. Let's read a little bit about, or well now, or what was the pin name of Eric Arthur Blair born in 1903 in colonial India.
He attended boarding school in England and it was there that he first became aware of the hurtful class prejudice that plagued British society, developing an early sensitivity to the uses and abuses of power upon graduating from Eaton in 1921, or well signed on with the Burmese Indian Imperial police about which he commented in order to hate imperialism. You have got to be part of it. His time in Burma affected him profoundly and he quit without explanation.
Five years later announcing that he was to become a writer, finding himself nearly penniless and taking a job as a dishwasher. The young writer explored the topic of poverty firsthand in his first published book down and out in Paris in London followed soon after by Burmese days, which recalled his time in the Imperial police though his interest in the plight of individuals attempting to transcend their social roles came across in such early comic novels as keep the ASPET distra flying.
It wasn't until his him passionate account of the plight of English workers in the road to wig and pier that his new political consciousness fully blossomed around this time. He and his new wife joined an anti-fascist militia at the outbreak of the civil war in Spain as is recounted in his own image to California. Catalonia. Sorry about that. I almost said California. Hmm. Do I know something you guys don't know? Hmm. Was that foreshadowing though?
He is perhaps best known for his brilliant satire animal farm and his classic dystopian novel 1984, which followed essay collections such as inside the whale reflected his continuing concern with the very real political and social circumstances of his day. Following the death of his wife in 45 or we'll contracted tuberculosis. And soon after his second marriage died in 1950 at the age of 46. So there you have it.
My friends, that's the beginning there, we've got a little background on them. I've got a little insight into some of their thoughts. Now let us start off with brave new world. This particular scene is from the beginning of the book and it gets into the conditioning of humans at an early age. And for those of you that haven't read the book and quite some time, brave new world consists of different classes, alphas, betas, deltas, Gamma's, epsilons each one being conditioned at birth.
Here's a scene of how it starts. This particular scene is at the infant nursery and the director who is like the dictator of the scientific world. That is brave new world. He is touring the nursery with his new class of alphas and they are viewing everything. Now bring in the children, they hurried out of the room and returned any minute or two each pushing a kind of tall dumbwaiter Laden on all its four wire netted shells with eight month old babies, all exactly alike and all since their cast was Delta dressed in khaki, put them down on the floor.
The infants were unloaded. Now turn them so they can see the flowers and books turned the babies at once, fell silent, then began to crawl towards those clusters of sleek colors. Those shapes so gay and brilliant on the white pages. As they approached, the sun came out of a momentary eclipse behind a cloud. The Rose is flamed up as though with a sudden passion from within a new and profound significance, seem to suffer.
Use the shining pages of the books from the ranks of the crawling. Babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure. The director rubbed his hands. Excellent. He said it, my aunt must have been done on purpose. The swiftest crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out. Uncertainly touched grasped on patrolling the transfigure roses, crumpling the illuminated pages of the books.
The director waited until all were happily busy, thin watch carefully. He said and lifting his hand. He gave the signal, the head nurse who was standing by a switchboard at the other end of the room, press down a little lever. There was a violent explosion shriller and even shriller a siren shriek alarm bells, maddeningly sounded the children started screened. Their faces were distorted with terror.
And now the director shouted for the noise was deafening. Now we proceed to rub in the lesson with a mild electric shock. He waved his hand again and the head nurse pressed a second lever. The screaming of the babies suddenly changed its tone. There was something desperate, almost insane about the sharp spasmodic Yelps to which they now gave utterance, their little bodies, twitched and stiffen their limbs move jerkily as if to tug of unseen wires.
We can electrify the whole strip of floor, bald, the director and explanation, but that is not enough. He signaled to the nurse, the explosions ceased, the bells stopped ringing. The shriek of the siren died down from tone to tone into silence. The stiffly twitching bodies relaxed and what had become the sob and Yelp of infant maniacs broadened out once more into a normal how of ordinary terror offer them the flowers and the books. Again, the nurses obeyed, but at the approach of the roses at the mere sight of those Gaily colored images of cock-a-doodle-doo and Baba blacks keep the infants shrink away in horror.
The volume of their howling suddenly increased observe. So the director triumphantly observe books and loud noises, flowers, and electric shocks already in the infant mind, these couples were compromised, tingly linked, and after 200 repetitions of the same or a similar lesson would be wedded in soluble. What man has joined nature is powerless to put a sender, they'll grow up with what the psychologist used to call an instinctive hatred of books and flowers, reflexes, unalterably, conditioned.
Don't be safe from books and buttony all their lives. The director turn to his nurses, take them away. Again, still yelling. The khaki babies were loaded onto their dumbwaiters and wheeled out, leaving behind them. The smell of sour milk and the most welcomed silence. One of the students held up his hand and though he could see quite well why you couldn't have lower caste people wasting the community's time over books, and that there was always the risk of their reading. Something which might undesirably deconditioned one of their reflexes yet.
Well, he couldn't understand about the flowers. Why go to the tree of making me psychologically impossible for deltas to like flowers patiently. The DHC explained if the children were made to scream at the sight of a Rose that was on grounds of high economic policy, not so very long ago, a century or thereabouts Gamma's deltas, even epsilons had been conditioned to like flowers, flowers in particular and wild nature in general, the idea was to make, want to be going out into the country at every available opportunity.
And so compel them to consume transport and didn't they consume transport, ask the student quite a lot. The DHC replied, but nothing else, prim roses and landscapes. He pointed out have one grave defect. There are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature at any rate among the lower classes to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport four.
Of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an economically Sunder reason for consuming transport. Then Amir affection for Primrose is in landscapes. It was duly found. We condition the masses to hate the country, concluded the director, but simultaneously we condition them to love all country sports. At the same time we see to it that all country sports shall entail the use of elaborate apparatus so that they consume manufactured articles as well as transport.
Hence those electric shocks, I see said the student and was silent, lost in admiration. For me, this particular passage brings up two points. The first off is the point of eugenics. That is the separation of alphas, betas, deltas. Epsilons different classes of people. I think it's important to note that Huxley himself was a eugenicist.
He believed that without
Speaker 1 (19m 44s): Hmm,
Speaker 0 (19m 45s): Holding the population and by calling the population, I mean, getting rid of people with deformities, getting rid of people with lower IQs, getting rid of people who are unable to pull their own way, that we are inherently ruining not only our species, but the planet he made. The argument that it is because of modern medicine. It is because of technology that so many people are alive today.
People born prior to Huxley's time that did not have the modern medicine, the technological advances, the majority of them died in childbirth. Be it through deformity, be it through disease, be it through sanitary conditions. Huxley's theory went on to talk about inferior people. Outbreeding quality people
Speaker 1 (20m 47s): That theory
Speaker 0 (20m 48s): In my mind is still alive and well today when he talks about the different levels of people, the alphas, the betas, the Gamma's, the book continues throughout to talk about the differences and how the people, the alphas on top, see the people below them as less than human in our country, the United States. It seems as though we are taught, there's no such thing as a caste system here in our country.
However, when you think about a really wealthy neighborhood, the majority of those neighborhoods have nannies. They have gardeners are all those nannies and gardeners the same race of people that come from the country in which those people live or are they coming from a third world country, are the nannies, the gardeners, are they usually the same level of income as the person of whom they're caring for?
Or are they of lower income? Could you make the argument that the people coming from the third world were in fact epsilons and deltas? I'm not saying they are. I am just speaking about some similarities in our current environment that I think are similar to the world in which Huxley describes. I think you could say that, have you gone to a sporting event, have you gone to a theater and enjoyed the show? And then afterwards stuck around to see the people cleaning up.
I think you could make the argument that we have a caste system in our country. I think you could make the argument that as much as people are taught about the American dream and striving hard to make it to the top, I think it's more difficult than ever to do so. The second part that passage makes me reflect on is that of social conditioning in the passage I read, it starts with loud sirens and electric shocks on the topic of sirens.
I believe that today's public education system, which was built and founded on the Prussian system is based all around bells and whistles. If you went to a public school, tell me if this sounds familiar, you walk into class, you stand up, put your hand over your heart and say the pledge of allegiance conditioning. You sit down at your desk while turning your head up, looking at an authority figure, but just the act of sitting down and looking up denotes that the person you are looking up to is someone to be respected 30 minutes, go by and you hear a bell and what you get up and go to the next class.
And you repeat the process again, you continue that conditioning process for 17 to 18 years. The public education process is not so much critical thinking. It's based on creating obedient workers much like the nursery, the 18 years in public school is in fact, a social conditioning laboratory.
Another aspect of that particular conditioning that was used in the nursery was the electric shocks. Now I know what you're thinking, George, we don't, we don't shock people. We don't use that particular sort of violence. No we don't. But in today's world, you could make the case that, well, let me, let me say it this way. There's plenty of people who suffer from Phantom leg syndrome. You know what that is?
Like, I might not be saying that accurately, but have you ever felt like your leg, like buzz because your phone is in your pocket so much it buzzes and then sometimes when your phone is not in your pocket, like you still feel it, like that's kind of a shock, right? Or how about when you hear for some of the older generation you've got mail, you know, now it's just a beep. Like, did he, did he, or whatever, whatever tone you choose to put on your phone, it's an alert. It is a shock in that it releases dopamine.
It releases maybe some norepinephrine, but it releases a chemical in your brain to tell you to check your phone in the hopes of something good might be there or a surprise or news of some sort. So you could make the argument that we don't need electric shocks when we have our phones with us or our watches with us or our tablets with us. Those in fact are the electric shocks of today.
Now let us shift gears and talk about the opening of 1984. This particular scene is in the beginning of the book where it talks about Winston, the main character about his, his current living conditions, the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage, an old rag mats at one end of it, a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply any enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache.
And ruggedly handsome features Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times, it was seldom working and at present, the electric current was cut off by during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive and preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up and Winston who was 39 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 gaze 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 inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures, which had something to do with the production of pig. Hire the voice came from an oblong metal plaque, like a doled mirror, which formed part of the surface of the right hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sinked somewhat though, the words were still distinguishable.
The instrument, the telescreen, it was called could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window, a smallest frail figure. The meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls, which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair. His face naturally singling his skin Ruffin by a coarse soap and blunt razorblades, and the cold of the winter that had just ended outside.
Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold down in the street. Little eddies of wind were whirling. Dustin torn paper into spirals. And though the sun was shining in the sky, harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black mustachioed face gaze down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house front immediately.
Opposite. Big brother is watching you. The caption said while the dark eyes look deep into Winston's zone down at street level, another poster torn at one corner flapped fitfully in the wind alternately covering and uncovering the single word ink sock in the far distance, a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs hovered for an instant, like a blue bottle and darted away again with a curving flight.
It was the police patrol snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter. However, only the thought police matter behind Winston's back. The voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig iron and the over fulfillment of the ninth three year plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously any sound that Winston made above the level of a very low whisper would be picked up by it. Moreover so long as he remained within the field of vision, which the metal plaque commanded he could be seen as well as heard there was of course, no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment, how often or on what system the thought police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork.
It was even conceivable that the, they watched everybody all the time, but at any rate they could plug in your wire. Whenever they wanted to, you had to live, did live from habit. That became instinct in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard and except in darkness, every movement scrutinized Winston kept his back, turned to the telescreen. It was safer though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing it kilometer away the ministry of truth, his place of work towered vast and white above the grimy landscape.
This he thought with the sort of vague distaste, this was London, chief city of airstrip, one itself, the third, most populous of the provinces in Oceana. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this, where there are always these vistas of rotting, 19th century houses, their sides shored up with bulks of timber that are windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden wall sagging in all directions and the bombs sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the pillow herbs straggled over the heaps of rabble and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger path.
And there had sprung up sorted colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken houses, but it was no use. He could not remember nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright lit Tableu occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. The ministry of truth. Many true in newspeak was starting li different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous, pure middle structure of glittering white concrete soaring up terrace after terrace 300 meters into the air from where Winston stood.
It was just possible to read picked out on its white face and elegant lettering. The three slogans of the party war is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. The ministry of truth contained. It was said 3000 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 tore up 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, many true mini packs, many love and many plenty.
So there we see a different idea. We see Orwell's idea of the future. The first point I want to bring up about that particular passage is the point of surveillance. They talk about the telescreen, it could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. You know, there's a clip I saw, everybody knows about Alexa and your phone and the surveillance capitalism, whether it's Google or the search engines.
I'm often reminded of a, I remember seeing an ESPN clip one time where the sportscaster, I think it was during the NFL a few years back, or I'm sorry. It was during the super bowl a few years back where he had said with today's technology, not only are you watching the game, but we're watching you watch the game. If you go on YouTube, you can find that clip. And it's just like, what? So I think it's safe to say that if you have a smart TV, now that that TV is recording you on some level, there's been talks of phones turning on and recording stuff.
And every time the companies get challenged on it, they say, Oh, well, yeah, that, that might happen from time to time, but it's just so that we can serve you targeted ads. You know, I don't, I don't, I don't necessarily believe that. I mean, if you have information of people that could be worth something, are you not going to use that information? Another part of surveillance was they talked about the helicopter that swooped down in front of his house to check things out. Now, I don't know about military grade helicopters swooping in between buildings.
However, I think it's completely possible for drones, not just flying drones, but some the new 5g towers have antennas on them. Some of the streetlights they say have antennas on them. Another direction you could take it is, you know, big brother is always watching you. Big brother. Doesn't have to always be watching you as long as you think big brother is always watching you. If they, if the government or the city or the authorities in the area in which you live are relying on a surveillance state in order to modify your behavior, they don't have to have cameras everywhere.
They just have to have you believe there's cameras everywhere. And it has the exact same effect. Another point that I think is unique to Orwell's point of view about the future is newspeak. And we've talked a little bit about it. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. This compression of speech. As we get into the book, we'll learn more about what newspeak is.
And a quick definition, I think of newspeak is compression of language. They do a way with words that they call monotonous. For example, when they talk about good, the ministry of truth, as we don't need more words for good, we don't need excellent or great. All you need is good or plus good. If something is excellent, double plus good will serve just fine.
The same is true for the antithesis of the word, instead of good. You don't need something completely off. You don't need something like bad. How about just and good. So you compress the language, so you just have good plus good double plus good or, and good. And what that does is it controls thought if you don't have a linguistic pathway to get where you want to go, you can't have critical thinking.
If you only have good or an good, you can't have something that is exquisite or horrific, it's just good around good. It takes out the emotion. It takes out the critical thinking. It takes away the ability to explain the true tragedy of the events. And that's the ultimate goal of newspeak is to in the longterm take away critical thinking from people in our society today, we haven't so much seen the taking away of language through newspeak techniques, but you have seen an attempt through political correctness to censor, to publicly shame on a, on a related scale.
You've seen alternative pronouns, which in a weird way, take away the validity of the old pronouns. And it has the same effect as far as changing thought, changing behavior in this opening set. I'd like to say that I think that 1984 is what the future of a Marxist or socialist world would look like.
You see you because of the corruption that comes with any sort of large governing body. It's important to note that ultimately the corruption at the top will take everything from the people on the bottom. A good example of that is kind of what's happening in China today. What you see in China today is president Z purging a lot of his cabinet members. For those of you paying attention recently, he made himself dictator for life.
Recently, you've seen a million of the weaker people become enslaved and work in the factories. You could argue that the weaker people are the proles of 1984 and that the Han Chinese are the alphas. There's a lot of similarities there maybe because it is in fact has its roots in a Marxist society in a socialist country. Whereas Huxley's more of a end game for a fascist regime.
Think of, think of the pharmaceutical companies like how much money do they stand right now to make off a vaccine that's never been tested. The pharmaceutical companies cannot be sued. If there's any poor effects, the pharmaceutical companies can sponsor programs and are leading colleges to teach young minds to think what would be beneficial for them.
They can pay lobbyists to lobby Congress to pay astronomical prices for drugs. They lobby Congress so that the American people, regardless of the ramifications of a bad vaccine, the pharmaceutical buddies can not be sued regardless of what happens. That is fascism on steroids.
Unintended. It's interesting. I heard a quote one time, this is the Nazis lost world war II, but fascism won that war. And I think that, that we are seeing sort of a brave new world in the United States. And in 1984 in China, in brave new world, the alphas would consume a substance called Soma that would take away their anxiety would take away their ability to get depressed.
I think you could argue today that Soma today's Soma is in fact, selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. Like the SSRI is how many people are on some sort of drug like that, some sort of stimulant or some sort of Paxil, or, you know, pick your poison. There's a ton of them out there now. And what does that say about our society? When so many of us have to take drugs in order to live the life we're living in a society that is sick, the most well-adapted are the sickest.
And if so many of our people are on some sort of SSRI, what does that say about our society? We have to be drugged into getting up and going to work and leaving our family and putting our grandparents in homes and dropping our kids off with strangers. And so I would argue that for this opening series and mind you, this is not my final decision.
We're going to continue down this road for, I think we're going to do like three parts on it. This is going to be about the end of the first part. I think there's enough information here for you to think about our country and think about other countries. What do you think is more prescient right now? Is it the surveillance state or is it the pharma logically and deuced? Genetically engineered people of the state is one more prevalent in your neighborhood.
Do you see it equally where you work? Is it at different levels? Is there a 1984 for the lower class in the U S and a brave new world for some of the upper class people, is there a caste system in our country? What about other countries? These are all questions to think about. We're going to get into it guys. I want to let you know. I love you. This is the beginning of Huxley
Speaker 2 (44m 47s): Versus or well brave new world verse 1984. Which one do we live in? I don't know. It's so crazy.
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