One of the things I like about George Orwell’s Animal Farm is…what’s that? I promised not to write about it anymore? I did, didn’t I? But I have to, for this morning the interwebs informed me that yesterday would have been Mr Orwell’s eleventy-first birthday. (The reason the interwebs only informed me of it this morning is because the pages I follow which inform me of titbits like this are mostly based in the US and as such are at their most active when I’m snug in bed, thus the belated tribute to ol’ Eric (what Orwell’s mother called him).)
His two best-known novels, Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty-Four (the latter published only months before his death), both describe totalitarian societies where power is vested in a small minority who uses a combination of intimidation and propaganda to keep the masses in check.
if all else fails...use a hammer 