Drag Queens and Telescreens
First, this won't make much sense if you haven't read 1984. Of course, you should have read 1984; everyone should read it. That said, it probably won't make much sense anyway; I'm in a funny mood. Anyway, in 1984 the population is fed propaganda by ubiquitous telescreens, which also watch them through cameras.
Now, I work beside Dundrum Shopping Center, which is an unreasonably huge shopping center; the main space of which is dominated by a giant screen which, bizarrely, shows ads
for the shopping center. To the people who are already in the shopping center. This isn't the place's only oddity; it also has at least three coffee shops to every shopper, and an imaginary cinema. It goes without saying that a vast array of cameras monitor it.
The LUAS tram system has a little screen showing anyone who cares to look how very efficient it is, mounted on a device labeled "Tram Automation Systems". This suggests to me that they are planning to get rid of the human drivers and turn the trams into zombie-like automatons, in some
post-apocylpitc machine-run future. The trams also, of course, have cameras.
Was in a (the?) gay bar in Dublin the night before last. Since I was last there (which was, in fairness, a while ago; I haven't been the most social lately...) they've added lots of flat-screen TVs. These were, that night, showing an obese drag queen gyrating in stop motion, as in early colour films of Adolf Hitler (the stop motion, not the obese gyrating drag queen). Then the image was crudely reproduced multiple times. This went on for some hours. Although said gay bar does not, in itself, have cameras, there are one or two people who roam the place taking
dreadful photographs (not that I photograph well, or indeed react to photons well, in general) to put in one of two boring free magazines filled mostly with said dreadful photos.
It's obvious then, that all this is to prepare people for a coming dystopia populated by hideous drag queens, bloated on cappuccinos and pastries from the ubiquitous coffee shops, as crazed homicidal robotic trams roam the streets (possibly the drag queens are androids). Dissenters will be seen through the cameras and unflattering pictures will be published in bad free magazines, by way of punishment.
Well, it was a nice idea...
Coincidentally, the producer of one of the magazines (not the one the awful photo of me was in) was nearly run over by one of the trams a while back (really).
And while spell-checking this article, I found that the spell function on the new Google toolbar doesn't know about the word "dystopia". At all. See? Newspeak! (Update: it doesn't know "Newspeak", either. *dons tinfoil hat*)