Deep into night shift last night, we had shills fighting shills, anons bickering with anons. I myself was drunk and shitposting. It was like a post-apocalyptic free-for-all shitshow. THAT SAID, even considering the massive tide of shills and some frayed anon nerves, I know (and every other anon knows) that we will refocus, right ourselves and push through the clutter and inner demons because we've come too far and done/seen too much to ever go back. We are called to a different calling–we're mutants–beautiful mutants. Our place is here. Our time is now. Hold the line.
Actually… since Orwell was a Fabian, I think it's safe to assume it was a duel purpose guide and warning (the cabalists have that strange morality code wherein they must give their victims "warning" of their intentions.)