Sentences with phrase «jackboots in»

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But he goes on: «When these images clash — as in The Fascist octopus has sung its swan song, the jackboot is thrown into the melting pot — it can be taken as certain that the writer is not seeing a mental image of the objects he is naming; in other words he is not really thinking.»

If the intellectuals in the plays of Chekhov who spent all their time guessing what would happen in twenty, thirty, or forty years had been told that in forty years interrogation by torture would be practiced in Russia; that prisoners would have their skulls squeezed within iron rings; that a human being would be lowered into an acid bath; that they would be trussed up naked to be bitten by ants and bedbugs; that a ramrod heated over a primus stove would be thrust up their anal canal («the secret brand»); that a man's genitals would be slowly crushed beneath the toe of a jackboot; and that, in the luckiest possible circumstances, prisoners would be tortured by being kept from sleeping for a week, by thirst, and by being beaten to a bloody pulp, not one of Chekhov's plays would have gotten to its end because all the heroes would have gone off to insane asylums.

«I am in fear and trepidation in her run for mayor, she will put the jackboot to Christians in the city and stomp on our necks for us to cry uncle and to shutdown millennial old moral underpinnings and traditions,» he added.

The dancers in hot pants, jackboots and Nazi insignia plus a 16 - tonne Second World War tank turned up outside the party's spring conference

Railing against the Soviets» «dirty jackboots» all over Europe, and how «Lady Thatcher saved us» from socialism made him sound stuck in a geo - political past, or at least a battered history textbook, not relevant to Conservative defectors, floating voters, and even loyal Conservative voters the party needs to target today.

Dr Helen Evans, director of Nurses for Reform and a signatory to the letter in the Telegraph, said: «Away from all the government's blather concerning enterprise, freedom and personal responsibility, the illiberal jackboots of the do - gooders are again on the march.»

As the Arab Spring played out over the past year and a half — as Egypt's first free presidential ballots were totaled up in late May, and Morsi faced off against a former general, Ahmed Shafik, in June — social media gave a platform to the competing voices and points of view silenced for decades under the jackboots of various Arab regimes.

There's a lot of spectacular imagination on show here, albeit thoughtfully framed in reasurringly familiar ways, as we appreciate further glimpses of life under the giant jackboot of the Galactic Empire.

I was on the subway in New York once, and I saw these two very young skinheads — all dressed up, with jackboots and shaved heads — and I noticed that they looked terrified, like they'd been dropped from Mars.

With all people who choose a position of authority, there's this sinister - authoritarian energy — dressed in jackboots and tight trousers.

Just in case I missed the point, the sound of jackboots emanates from waste bins.

The tale takes place in the «Stalag» of Tweedy's Farm — minus the machine gun towers and jackboots — and comes with a feathery twist; and from a feminist perspective.

And you've got a fresh perspective and a can - do attitude (in other words, you haven't yet been crushed under the jackboot of cynicism and apathy).