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向洋Alan：英国人为什么讨厌特朗普？（译文）
【译者导语：在英国文化中，幽默不仅是一种艺术形式，更是智慧与风度的象征。英国人崇尚机智、讽刺和含蓄的表达方式，这与特朗普式的“幽默”形成了鲜明对比。特朗普的“幽默”往往建立在粗鲁、记仇和自鸣得意之上，缺乏深度与风度。他的“笑话”并非智慧的妙语，而是对弱者的侮辱；不是机智的讽刺，而是无聊的冷嘲热讽。
然而，特朗普的“幽默”远不止是一种个人风格的表现，它折射出其性格中更深层次的问题。最近，特朗普与万斯在白宫联手，对乌克兰战时总统泽连斯基进行了类似校园霸凌的行为。此外，他对盟友加拿大和墨西哥加征25%的关税，以及对中国的20%关税也在今天正式生效。这些举动不仅破坏了国际关系的稳定，还预示着国际秩序的重塑与贸易战的升级，为疫情后的世界政治、经济和文化蒙上了一层沉重的阴影。
这些事件表明，我们正步入一个前所未有的、充满未知与危险的国际格局。特朗普对规则的无视、对盟友的轻蔑以及对权力的滥用，正在将世界推向更深的混乱。他的行为不仅损害了自己国家的国际形象，也对全球的和平与稳定构成了严重威胁。
以下是我翻译的英国作家Nate White对特朗普的描述，这段文字力透纸背、惟妙惟肖，甚至比美国人理解的更为深刻。】
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英文原文by内特·怀特（Nate White）
Someone asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this magnificent response:
A few things spring to mind;
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.
He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.
That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W. look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
‘My God… what… have… I… created?’
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.
