From LT

The Ministry of Truth (Propaganda and Education); The Ministry of Plenty (Rationing and managed starvation, I.E. Food Stamps, WIC, etc.); The Ministry of Peace (which keeps all nations at war - i.e. The DoD and NATO).

All three are fully established. 

Only the Ministry of Love (Law as Systematized Hatred) remains to be established, but they're working on it, overtime. In Europe, the muslims are serving to promote this transformation, quite admirably...

In politics, the tripod is the least stable among all possible constructs; it breeds contempt and treachery faster than any other. Just like in "1984", indeed - 3 global powers, forever at war with each other, for no other reason than as a means of destroying all prosperity which is excess to the needs of the Inner Party elite. Because the ultimate power of a society to survive, is directly proportional to its level of desperation. No society which has achieved general prosperity has ever survived it, for more than a handful of generations...

I'm going to rub your faces in things you wish to avoid; I don't find it strange that all you want to believe, is only that which comforts you; How else do we humans invent the traps by which we betray ourselves into mediocrity? How else do we manifest our cowardice? 

You are like most men; your consciousness violently denies its own powers of recollection; the lessons of things passed are beyond your reach, due to nothing more than your own fear. Behold the civilized man, with his cowardice laid bare --

It is so easy to civilize people by teaching cowardice, and it pleases the maudlin middle of society so well, that they have ever and shall ever flock to it: because it excuses them from being that which they care not to be - Men. It is, in fact, too easy -- You dilute the standards which cultivate bravery; You artificially restrain the will; You regulate the appetites; You fence in every horizon; You make a law for every movement; You deny the existence and legitimacy of chaos; and you teach even the children to breathe slowly. In short, you tame what was born to be free: man. 

Remember that there exists a certain malevolence about the formation of every social order. It is the very struggle for existence - despotism and slavery are ever poised about the edges of order; for to regulate such things is the purpose of social order - not to eliminate these things, mind you, but to regulate them.

From its very beginning, social order causes injuries; and thus, the perceived need for laws. But law develops its own power structure, creating fresh wounds and inflicting new injustices. And thus the death of society is rooted in its very genesis, unavoidable and yet still unfathomable to most - because order is brittle, and the more orderly a society becomes, the more likely it is to crack, and crumble into the dustbin of history.

And yet, the clammor; The clammor of it! Arising, as it does, from every nook and cranny of the fruited plain - NO!! Not here! ...it could never happen here.

No; IT is not coming. IT is already here, and has been gorging iteslf upon our society for generations.

The rumblings you hear presently, are not the gathering of the wolves for dinner; they are rather the sounds of a multitude of chairs pushed back from table, by the corpulent assemblage of predators, as they rise from a meal, most satisfying.

The dinner party is over, Martha; all that remains are the dishes and the tidying up. And, there shall be plenty of that, after hosting such a messy clatch of verteran party'ers - who all know that they shall not be required to clean up after themselves, even a single bit.

It is indeed difficult to hunt wolves on an empty stomach unless you first reconcile yourself to eating what you kill. And therein lurks the darkest question at the root of every society; the question which makes even veteran fighting men blush, and lesser men swoon - do you have what it takes to set aside your very humanity, and commit the ultimate ugliness which needs be done, in order that humanity itself may survive? This is that most profound sacrifice which any man might ever make - to lay down the very essence which makes him human, knowing that he may never have the chance to take it up again; and that even being blessed to take it back up again, he will never again have the confidence in his humanity which he did beforehand. Thus does he become a stranger, everywhere; but most profoundly, even within himself.

Ricky Tick - the remains of the day are upon us, and the darkness of night soon follows...

WE HAVE BEEN WARNED