Where n is the current year minus a thousand nine-hundred and eighty-four. A common saying in which the twit
making the remark wishes to cleverly indicate that we now live in a depressing totalitarian state
where the Party
holds ultimate power over life and death
, truth and fiction
, a situation which has been brought about by a slippery slope
beginning with a half-cent tax
I neither agree nor disagree with the sentiment, but am quite tired of the phrase's use, reuse, and overuse. Additionally, it's tiresome to see the final work of possibly the best writer ever to write the English language thrown around like it were some cheap pamphlet.