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,
everything, a situation which has been brought about by a
slippery slope beginning with a half-cent
tax on
tobacco.
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.