Reaching for verbs to describe Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi’s final moments, President Trump grabbed hold of “crying,” “screaming” and “whimpering.”
在描述阿布·贝克尔·巴格达迪(Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi)的临终一幕时，特朗普总统紧紧围绕“哭喊”、“尖叫”和“抽抽搭搭”几个动词。
Reaching for nouns, he said that al-Baghdadi died “like a dog.”
I wasn’t aware that canines expired in a signature fashion, but Trump knows best, even if he doesn’t know so very many words. About a week later, when he took characteristically nasty note of Beto O’Rourke’s decision to abandon the presidential race, he said that O’Rourke quit “like a dog.”
Some similes demand repetition.
This wasn’t one of them.
But a lack of verbal ingenuity never stopped Trump. And an animus toward a certain animal has long, well, hounded him.
In his boundless unoriginality, he has likened women he dislikes to dogs. In his infinite incoherence, he has repeatedly tweeted of people being fired like dogs. I personally haven’t met all that many gainfully employed pooches, unless digging holes in the backyard is a profession, and when those excavators received orders to desist, none of them got a pink slip and a referral to career counseling.
Trump did recently make the acquaintance — from a distance — of a dog with a bona fide job. That dog is a Belgian Malinois named Conan. And Conan’s job, brilliantly executed, was to find, chase and corner al-Baghdadi. Trump called Conan “a beautiful dog, a talented dog.” The New York Post put Conan’s picture on its front page, along with the headline “Zero Bark Thirty.” Trump also tweeted a Photoshopped image in which he draped a medal around Conan’s neck.
不过特朗普最近的确远程结识了一只有正经工作的狗，一只叫柯南的比利时玛利诺犬。柯南出色地执行了寻找、追逐和围堵巴格达迪的任务。特朗普称柯南是“一只美丽的狗，一只有才华的狗”。《纽约邮报》(New York Post)将柯南的照片和头条标题“Zero Bark Thirty”（改编自《猎杀本拉登》[Zero Dark Thirty]片名——译注）一起印在了头版。特朗普还在Twitter上发了一张用Photoshop做出来的图，是他在往柯南的脖子上挂一枚勋章。
So this Malinois warrants decoration while “a dog” gets derision? Or is it just that every dog has its day? I used to believe that adage until Trump came along. He has had more than 1,000 days in the presidency, even as the White House goes to the dogs.
Journalists with many news organizations (The Washington Post, New York magazine, Slate and more) have had a field day with Trump’s dogged use of “dog” as an all-purpose put-down. When it comes to “like a dog,” he’s like a dog with a bone.
You’re no one until he’s divined the flea-bitten mongrel within you — and you’ve joined a dog pound that includes the likes of Mitt Romney, Gen. Stanley McChrystal, Bill Maher, Steve Bannon, George Will, Omarosa Manigault Newman, my fellow Times columnist Gail Collins and many more.
他起初不会理睬你，直到他感知到你灵魂里有只被跳蚤叮咬的杂种狗——你会发现你已被归入到如米特·罗姆尼(Mitt Romney)、斯坦利·麦克里斯特尔将军(Stanley McChrystal)、比尔·马赫(Bill Maher)、斯蒂芬·班农(Steve Bannon)、乔治·威尔(George Will)，奥马罗萨·马尼戈·纽曼(Omarosa Manigault Newman)以及我的《纽约时报》专栏同仁盖尔·柯林斯(Gail Collins)等等一大波狗狗之流。
Fun doggy factoids cling to him like so much Samoyed fur. He’s the first president in more than a century who doesn’t have a dog. According to the Chinese zodiac, he was born in the year of the dog. According to Ivana Trump, he provoked growls from her dog, Chappy, a poodle who could suss out a peacock. The media’s nickname for his first defense secretary, James Mattis, was “mad dog.” And from the forehead up, he’s a dead ringer for a distressed Pomeranian.
他的趣味轶事也像萨摩耶的毛一样不离不弃。他是美国一个世纪以来第一位没有养狗的总统。根据中国的属相，他是狗年出生的。据伊万娜·特朗普(Ivana Trump)说，她的Chappy——一条见到孔雀都会上去嗅探一番的贵宾——见到他会发出低吼。媒体对他的第一任国防部长詹姆斯·马蒂斯(James Mattis)的昵称是“疯狗”。从额头往上，他简直就像一只垂头丧气的博美。
But no one has definitively solved the riddle of what seems like a rabid case of canine contempt. I have my own theories, but first I have the more erudite insights of Justin Frank, a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst and the author of the book “Trump on the Couch.”
为何如患了狂犬病般蔑视犬类？至今没有人能解开这个谜。我倒是有我自己的理论，但首先我想介绍精神病学家和心理分析学家贾斯汀·弗兰克(Justin Frank)更博学的见解。他是《躺椅上的特朗普》(Trump on the Couch)的作者。
Frank noted that Trump is “phobic about germs” and no doubt sees dogs as four-legged germ factories. He probably also thinks “dogs are stupid because they obey,” Frank said. Disobedience is Trump’s preferred posture, at least for himself, although he broke with that to become, in Frank’s words, “Putin’s lap dog.” Disobedience, that is, and distemper.
Frank raised another issue that the president might well have with dogs: When they’re around, they often steal attention, becoming the objects of people’s oohing and cooing. Trump likes the oohing all to himself.
My own sense? For Trump, all relationships are transactional and God’s creatures possess value only in accordance with their ability to elevate and enrich him. His affection for Kellyanne Conway hinges on her superhuman power not to break into laughter or spontaneously combust when she puts the most ludicrously adulatory spin on his most transparently execrable deeds. If border collies performed that trick, he would keep a kennel of them at Mar-a-Loco.
His regard for Rudy Giuliani depends on the hunched henchman’s openness to unscrupulous errands. If Doberman pinschers could pressure Ukrainian officials to investigate Joe and Hunter Biden, Trump would repurpose Camp David as a dog run and turn Ivanka’s pumps into chew toys.
But they can’t, just as Siberian huskies can’t hack Democrats’ emails — for that, a husky Siberian is handier — and golden retrievers can’t retrieve gold. Dogs are useless to Trump, at least by the criteria he cares about.
There’s no money in most of them, no votes in any of them, and they can’t play golf with him and tell him along the way what a manly drive and graceful putt he has. That’s lucky for Lindsey Graham, who would otherwise be swapped out for a Labradoodle lickety-split.
Conan passed muster only by being a proxy for Trump’s own imagined machismo. Maybe Chappy was merely yappy. Like a Donald.