The 2019 Wall is the 1984 Lottery

From me back in September 2016: 

"Reality is inside the skull. You will learn by degrees, Winston. There is nothing that we could not do. Invisibility, levitation -- anything. I could float off this floor like a soap bubble if I wish to. I do not wish to, because the Party does not wish it. You must get rid of those 19th century ideas about the laws of Nature.  We make the laws of Nature."

-- O'Brien, 1984

Once you start to notice that a depressingly large number of our fellow citizens have become reprogrammable Orwellian meat-puppets, the rise of Trump is not hard to understand at all...

As 1984 explains, it doesn't matter that the Lottery doesn't really exist because, just likes Trump's Fake Wall, its purpose has nothing to do with the words the Party uses to promote it:

They were talking about the Lottery. Winston looked back when he had gone thirty metres. They were still arguing, with vivid, passionate faces. The Lottery, with its weekly pay-out of enormous prizes, was the one public event to which the proles paid serious attention. It was probable that there were some millions of proles for whom the Lottery was the principal if not the only reason for remaining alive. It was their delight, their folly, their anodyne, their intellectual stimulant. Where the Lottery was concerned, even people who could barely read and write seemed capable of intricate calculations and staggering feats of memory. There was a whole tribe of men who made a living simply by selling systems, forecasts, and lucky amulets. Winston had nothing to do with the running of the Lottery, which was managed by the Ministry of Plenty, but he was aware (indeed everyone in the party was aware) that the prizes were largely imaginary. Only small sums were actually paid out, the winners of the big prizes being non-existent persons. In the absence of any real intercommunication between one part of Oceania and another, this was not difficult to arrange.

Of course, unlike Oceania (where listening to propaganda all day, every day is mandatory),  all any Republican would need to do to figure out the truth is change the fucking channel.

You see, they choose to be this way.

They choose to idolize the grifters and demagogues who lie to them all day, every day, and they choose to freak out like a demon in a holy water hot tub whenever the truth brushes up against them. 

Decade after decade they choose do this to themselves, and in doing so they choose to gleefully inflict massive suffering on others. 

And that I cannot forgive.

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