The Orange Plague: When Satire Becomes Spectacle
Six weeks without a post. Illness and family troubles have kept me occupied with the inconvenient business of being a human being. I had hoped to spend my time arguing about the state of the world, rather than being reminded of my own small place in it. Unfortunately, Providence has a habit of interrupting one's plans without first consulting one's editorial calendar. But I am back, and have an article to prove it. I trust the world has managed to muddle along without my assistance, though I cannot guarantee that it has improved in my absence. Normal service, such as it is, resumes below. Apologies to the Cressie and Lain for the images. One fears you may both be overcome by an attack of the vapours! Introduction 'One doesn’t expect to find a statue of a naked, golden Donald Trump inside the European Parliament. Yet, for three days earlier this month, there he sat in all his glory in Strasbourg. A gilded figure more than two and a half metres tall, covered in 23-carat gold...