Aw, thanks for the kind words, but I didn't quite "nail it." To explicate and further embarrass myself:
- Goldstein is an obvious Trotsky analogue, just as Big Brother is an obvious Stalin analogue (to Orwell's credit, a more diffuse and universal one; it's kind of like, "What if Oswald Mosley had actually been a serious person?")
- On the face of things, one might struggle for a long time to find valid comparisons between Leon Trotsky and Donald Trump, who seem upon casual analysis to be nearly antithetical personalities;
- yet Trump is well-known for his love of gold and ormolu tchotchkes, as well as his affiliation with Jews (e.g. son-in-law), thus fulfilling the stereotype.
That's really fucking grim, man. "It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen." 1984 always reminds me of the time I did in Connecticut.
No offense to Nutmeggers intended. Rural Connecticut is lovely.
You nailed it, Grisha! He seems to qualify for the "2 minutes of hate"at DNC rallies.
Aw, thanks for the kind words, but I didn't quite "nail it." To explicate and further embarrass myself:
- Goldstein is an obvious Trotsky analogue, just as Big Brother is an obvious Stalin analogue (to Orwell's credit, a more diffuse and universal one; it's kind of like, "What if Oswald Mosley had actually been a serious person?")
- On the face of things, one might struggle for a long time to find valid comparisons between Leon Trotsky and Donald Trump, who seem upon casual analysis to be nearly antithetical personalities;
- yet Trump is well-known for his love of gold and ormolu tchotchkes, as well as his affiliation with Jews (e.g. son-in-law), thus fulfilling the stereotype.
Trotsky + Trump = Goldstein. Alchemy!
I think it works. Trotsky was no saint either (to put it mildly). And Trump isnтАЩt particularly principled, just a pragmatist.
I thought the analogy was better without the ideology, but I suppose a Trumpsky would attract a significant volley of vindictive verbosity, :)
Trumpsky will pass into legend when he gets an ice-axe in the head whilst feeding bunnies.
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Fun stuff!
I was thinking of the two minutes of hate also.
It's been longer than two minutes.
That's why the world Winston lived in is better than ours.
That's really fucking grim, man. "It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen." 1984 always reminds me of the time I did in Connecticut.
No offense to Nutmeggers intended. Rural Connecticut is lovely.