When you’re told every hour of every day of your existence that only one brilliant man stands between you and disaster, this kind of reaction to news of his death is expected:
Kim, his father, and their cronies made these people’s lives a Hell on Earth since 1945, a nightmare existence perhaps second only to being stuck in Zimbabwe, and yet they weep and beat their fists on the ground for him. Some of it may be genuine fear for the future, and I’m sure some of it is also fear of what happens if they don’t perform on cue.
And some fools think Orwell wrote fiction.
via Big Journalism
(Crossposted at Sister Toldjah)