Malcolm Muggeridge, a famous journalist at the time, wrote
these words in 1966:
“Some future historian, I suppose, will one day survey this
curious time with the ironic detachment of a Gibbon[i].
He is to be envied. What a rare harvest awaits him! – always of course, assuming
that we do not, in obedience to the death wish which seems to possess us,
destroy ourselves and all our records. Even if the records survive they will,
in any case, be difficult to make out. Such a vast accumulation of lies and slanted
information! Such contradictory conclusions and conflicting evidence! How will
it ever be disentangled? A recent newspaper correspondent in Moscow was asked
by a wide-eyed visiting leftist, when Stalin’s purges were in full swing, how
far the court proceedings were to be believed. Everything was true, he replied,
except the facts. It might be our epitaph. Never have so many facts been
accumulated; never have such an ingenious and efficacious means of propagating them
far and wide been devised, but only to weave a great web of deception.
The Dark
Ages were noontide compared to our light.”[emphasis mine]
Remember this was before ‘Post Modernism’ and its
deconstruction of ‘truth’, facts, and objectivity.
How much more must this be ‘true’ today? The Matrix of today
is not technological it is philosophical.
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