I’ve always felt like if you want your satire of fascism to actually land for the fascists themselves, you’ve gotta really punch below the belt and make the fascists in your work of art extremely cringe. Like imagine you meet Caesar and he’s all serious, but then you go into his room and it’s a weeb den with a bunch of body pillows and sex asses and shit.
I’ve always felt like if you want your satire of fascism to actually land for the fascists themselves, you’ve gotta really punch below the belt and make the fascists in your work of art extremely cringe. Like imagine you meet Caesar and he’s all serious, but then you go into his room and it’s a weeb den with a bunch of body pillows and sex asses and shit.