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向洋Alan：英國人為什麽討厭特朗普？（譯文）
【譯者導語：在英國文化中，幽默不僅是一種藝術形式，更是智慧與風度的象征。英國人崇尚機智、諷刺和含蓄的表達方式，這與特朗普式的“幽默”形成了鮮明對比。特朗普的“幽默”往往建立在粗魯、記仇和自鳴得意之上，缺乏深度與風度。他的“笑話”並非智慧的妙語，而是對弱者的侮辱；不是機智的諷刺，而是無聊的冷嘲熱諷。
然而，特朗普的“幽默”遠不止是一種個人風格的表現，它折射出其性格中更深層次的問題。最近，特朗普與萬斯在白宮聯手，對烏克蘭戰時總統澤連斯基進行了類似校園霸淩的行為。此外，他對盟友加拿大和墨西哥加征25%的關稅，以及對中國的20%關稅也在今天正式生效。這些舉動不僅破壞了國際關係的穩定，還預示著國際秩序的重塑與貿易戰的升級，為疫情後的世界政治、經濟和文化蒙上了一層沉重的陰影。
這些事件表明，我們正步入一個前所未有的、充滿未知與危險的國際格局。特朗普對規則的無視、對盟友的輕蔑以及對權力的濫用，正在將世界推向更深的混亂。他的行為不僅損害了自己國家的國際形象，也對全球的和平與穩定構成了嚴重威脅。
以下是我翻譯的英國作家Nate White對特朗普的描述，這段文字力透紙背、惟妙惟肖，甚至比美國人理解的更為深刻。】
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英文原文by內特·懷特（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.
