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This isn't a trick question, but - in the light of the debate about racism in the Borat film - what is the racist status of the following satirical portrayal (self-reflexively in the style of Punch magazine, perhaps?) of Robert Mugabe? An offensively racist stereotype or a needed and legitimate critique of a brutal dictator?
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Cheney: Well, folks, we've succeeded in keeping all those
Chomsky-Sticknecks of lefty riff-raff out of our meeting today, thanks
to my boys' little manoeuvres. And can I just say Bob - you don't
mind me calling you Bob, do you, Dr Robert? - I'm really over the moon
now that you've changed your commie ways and got yourself re-elected,
just like our own President managed to pull off, without mussing too
many hairs. Did you receive delivery of those rickety B-52s just yet,
the ones with a MacDonalds outlet next to the bomb-bay doors?
Mugabe: Natcherly, Bucky. And natcherly you all bin wonderin' where I
bin dis past week, everyone rushin' out to git de infymous Guardian
gangplonk of June Fourteen an' flickin' through de pages, ain't
nothin' but de usual run of ole cobblers, Where all de Peace Corpse
got to and so on? No doubt consid'able nummers o' wot' I used to call
imperialist trash takin' dis as a sign dat President Mugabe got de
dipplematic skids under him an' de victim of a coo, an' waitin' fo' a
new man to appear down de Zimbabwe Diner an' tellin' de foreign press
conference "Yassum, we got rid o' dat uppity nigger, hush mah mouf,
jus' put yo' boot on dis step, bwana, I givin' de best shine east o'
de Congo," only dat ain't de way it is. Anyway, as I bin pointin' out
in de press, de whole obberjeck of de currint exercise wit da nucler
threat on de Arabs is on account of we needin' to pull in de famous
foreign currency wot turnin' out to be in pretty short supply now we
kickin' de foreigners and de farmers and de sand niggers out. So wot
we got to do is kick 'em back in for a bit. But we need a hiddin'
story, caus' everyone want somethin' for nothin', these days.
Cheney: Boy! oh boy!! You talk just like one of my own boys back at
Burpleson, Bob! Let's wheel in Dr StraightLace. He'll show ya' all
the really good moves.
Dr StraightLace: Vot vee must virst do is create three
alligator-roaries deep down beneath da surface of zee story-mass
geological strata dat vill be sufficient vor de survival of at least
one hundred sixty symbols per alligator of za nuu verld orderr, mein
ubermensch, and for za procreation purposes to be properly fulfilled
for ziss elite in za nuu verld orderr, vee shall require za machines
and ze tools with zee much needed sexual symbolism vor our
story-gratification purposes. Vor dees purpuse, vee haff chosen your
Dark Continent as an appropriate cover for da zerface story, Bob. Zo
we now need all za paperwork from you, Bob.
Mugabe: Wid that mean some Peace Corpse comin' down here like dat Bono
bloke from U2 an' interferin' wid de smoothe runnin' o' de Dark
Continent, an' it don't mean dey ain't Jews, neither, can't let a load
o' Jews slip through the net jus' on account o' they got de American
Passport an' de billins in American foreign aid to deal wid' them
Arafat supporters, you think de famous Adolf Hitler wot already bin
pubberlickly admired by me woulda got to de top if he botherin' about
readin' every bit o' paper story wot landin' on his desk? Sit aroun'
readin' six million passports, before you know it de oven gone out, de
Second Front openin' an' you never gittin' around to de final
solution. All de top SS men, you spendin' a fortune on de trainin' an'
de flash uniforms etcetera, all standin' aroun' Auschwitz an' Dachau
an' so on lookin' at de watches an' wonderin' why no-one turnin' up,
ain't no way to run the neu worl' order. Gimme de Gaddafi or de Saddam
or de Sharon technique, they comin' out with de famous Kalachnikov 9mm
machine gun in de brown carrier bag an' they showin' everyone how you
blow de head off at five hundred yards, dat de sort o' foreign story
and foreign aid we lookin' for. Where de planet gonna be, everyone
sittin' roun' on de bum an' lookin' at de artesian wells, all it get
you is a load o' long grass. Ain't no use havin' long grass unless you
gonna creep through it wid a view to puttin' in de bayonet. How else
you gonna rule de worl'?
Cheney: Oh boy!! You sure know how to pull out all the angles, Bob,
but shouldn't we just wait until all the facts are in?
Dr StraightLace: Vie didn't you tell us all ziss before, Bob?
Mugabe: I was too busy gettin' some of de well-known dark continent
pinko dissent, load o' left-wing judges still in de pay o' de Kremlin
an' bringin' de buggers up from de cells an' gittin' de black maria
roun' de front wid de engine runnin'. But wot' I now want to know is,
wot' Bush done wid de billins and billins of crispy dollars he puttin'
into de military spendin'? All we still gittin' here is a lotta
Harvard rubbish in de granny glasses wid de hair on de shoulders goin'
round shovin' test tubes in our cows an' knockin' 'em up. Ain't no way
to build a empire ...
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Cheney: Well, folks, we've succeeded in keeping all those
Chomsky-Sticknecks of lefty riff-raff out of our meeting today, thanks
to my boys' little manoeuvres. And can I just say Bob - you don't
mind me calling you Bob, do you, Dr Robert? - I'm really over the moon
now that you've changed your commie ways and got yourself re-elected,
just like our own President managed to pull off, without mussing too
many hairs. Did you receive delivery of those rickety B-52s just yet,
the ones with a MacDonalds outlet next to the bomb-bay doors?
Mugabe: Natcherly, Bucky. And natcherly you all bin wonderin' where I
bin dis past week, everyone rushin' out to git de infymous Guardian
gangplonk of June Fourteen an' flickin' through de pages, ain't
nothin' but de usual run of ole cobblers, Where all de Peace Corpse
got to and so on? No doubt consid'able nummers o' wot' I used to call
imperialist trash takin' dis as a sign dat President Mugabe got de
dipplematic skids under him an' de victim of a coo, an' waitin' fo' a
new man to appear down de Zimbabwe Diner an' tellin' de foreign press
conference "Yassum, we got rid o' dat uppity nigger, hush mah mouf,
jus' put yo' boot on dis step, bwana, I givin' de best shine east o'
de Congo," only dat ain't de way it is. Anyway, as I bin pointin' out
in de press, de whole obberjeck of de currint exercise wit da nucler
threat on de Arabs is on account of we needin' to pull in de famous
foreign currency wot turnin' out to be in pretty short supply now we
kickin' de foreigners and de farmers and de sand niggers out. So wot
we got to do is kick 'em back in for a bit. But we need a hiddin'
story, caus' everyone want somethin' for nothin', these days.
Cheney: Boy! oh boy!! You talk just like one of my own boys back at
Burpleson, Bob! Let's wheel in Dr StraightLace. He'll show ya' all
the really good moves.
Dr StraightLace: Vot vee must virst do is create three
alligator-roaries deep down beneath da surface of zee story-mass
geological strata dat vill be sufficient vor de survival of at least
one hundred sixty symbols per alligator of za nuu verld orderr, mein
ubermensch, and for za procreation purposes to be properly fulfilled
for ziss elite in za nuu verld orderr, vee shall require za machines
and ze tools with zee much needed sexual symbolism vor our
story-gratification purposes. Vor dees purpuse, vee haff chosen your
Dark Continent as an appropriate cover for da zerface story, Bob. Zo
we now need all za paperwork from you, Bob.
Mugabe: Wid that mean some Peace Corpse comin' down here like dat Bono
bloke from U2 an' interferin' wid de smoothe runnin' o' de Dark
Continent, an' it don't mean dey ain't Jews, neither, can't let a load
o' Jews slip through the net jus' on account o' they got de American
Passport an' de billins in American foreign aid to deal wid' them
Arafat supporters, you think de famous Adolf Hitler wot already bin
pubberlickly admired by me woulda got to de top if he botherin' about
readin' every bit o' paper story wot landin' on his desk? Sit aroun'
readin' six million passports, before you know it de oven gone out, de
Second Front openin' an' you never gittin' around to de final
solution. All de top SS men, you spendin' a fortune on de trainin' an'
de flash uniforms etcetera, all standin' aroun' Auschwitz an' Dachau
an' so on lookin' at de watches an' wonderin' why no-one turnin' up,
ain't no way to run the neu worl' order. Gimme de Gaddafi or de Saddam
or de Sharon technique, they comin' out with de famous Kalachnikov 9mm
machine gun in de brown carrier bag an' they showin' everyone how you
blow de head off at five hundred yards, dat de sort o' foreign story
and foreign aid we lookin' for. Where de planet gonna be, everyone
sittin' roun' on de bum an' lookin' at de artesian wells, all it get
you is a load o' long grass. Ain't no use havin' long grass unless you
gonna creep through it wid a view to puttin' in de bayonet. How else
you gonna rule de worl'?
Cheney: Oh boy!! You sure know how to pull out all the angles, Bob,
but shouldn't we just wait until all the facts are in?
Dr StraightLace: Vie didn't you tell us all ziss before, Bob?
Mugabe: I was too busy gettin' some of de well-known dark continent
pinko dissent, load o' left-wing judges still in de pay o' de Kremlin
an' bringin' de buggers up from de cells an' gittin' de black maria
roun' de front wid de engine runnin'. But wot' I now want to know is,
wot' Bush done wid de billins and billins of crispy dollars he puttin'
into de military spendin'? All we still gittin' here is a lotta
Harvard rubbish in de granny glasses wid de hair on de shoulders goin'
round shovin' test tubes in our cows an' knockin' 'em up. Ain't no way
to build a empire ...