After watching this movie what I found most astounding was how much I forgot about the nineties. What is most eerie is how little anyone cares to remember. In George Orwell’s novel: 1984, society is broken up into two segments: Party Members (some educated and empowered, some less educated and simply employed) and Proles (uneducated non-party members, a apathetic, silent majority unaware of it’s voice or the power thereof, ultimately lacking the plain ability to organize or form a political consciousness). All of my life I always thought of myself as a reluctant party member. I mean, after all, who wants to be a prole? There is seemingly nothing romantic about being one. However, after further consideration, just as in the novel, I think the majority of us are proles of a differnt kind. In the book proles are emotionally aware of political injustice, but in an intellectual sense they are not aware, so are unable to act on their emotional awareness, which is unstable at best. Because of this they are easily controlled by the media, and pose no threat to the stability of the party. We are not much different than Orwell’s proles. How else can we explain a legitimate Clinton presidential campaign? We must be creatures of emotion. The uneducated proles had flickering moments of awareness, but were easily distracted from the truth, and so kept from tapping their potential. What is our excuse? Is it simply memory loss? To some degree, yes. Nostalgia is like that. To misplace the bad and cherish the good, is a natural defense mechanism. Eight years of Bush has caused us to look back on the Clinton years in fondness instead of looking ahead to a better future. Also, lets face it, we do have short attention spans. We remember and become hell bent on one controversy until the media feeds us a new one. Easily controlled. The Clinton machine has been exploiting these factors for years, and they are counting on us just being proles. How else would they have the audacity to stand before us with an entitled sense of credib