2024

1984, forty years later.

It is Trump’s second successful term as President of the United States. Democracy is dead and ominous times are upon us. The ‘leader’ eulogizes in a speech like that of Mark Antony’s.

Friends, Americans, Country brutes, lend me your ears;
I come to bid farewell and expect you to praise me.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones (As it were in me);

The voices in my head hath told me
Muslims were terrible.
It was so. There was much assault.
And grievously hath they answer’d it.
Here, under leave of my cabinet and the rest-
For Trump is an honourable man (Yes, I refer to myself in third person)
Come I to speak in Democracy’s funeral.
She was my friend, lucrative and just to me:
But Marxism says she was ambitious
And Marx was an honourable man.

She brought many coloured men home
Whose slavery did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Trump seem ambitious?
When I was allowed to decide, neither choice nor life was left:
Vaginas should be made of sterner stuff:
Feminism, disastrous.
Yet Virgina Woolf was an hounourable man.

You all did see in an interview:
I mentioned I wanted to date my daughter.
Was this pedophilia: was this ambition?
Yet priests say they are pious.
And, sure, they’re honourable men.

I speak not to disprove what the Press spoke,
But in 8 years they died, you know.
You all did love the Mexicans once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, from choosing tacos and sauce?

O Democracy! Thou art lay under my feet,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;

I wanted to end this speech with a bang or a rhyme
I figured that Melania will plagiarize Michelle’s lines and Barack’s will be mine.