![]() ![]() According to this Big Lie, the German army had not been defeated on the battlefield in 1918-when in fact General Erich Ludendorff’s spring offensive was a gamble that ended in military disaster. We should rightly be suspicious of facile comparisons, especially the casual use of fascism as an imprecise epithet, yet Weimar’s fate provides us with some instructive parallels and important warning signals.ĭuring its first four years, Weimar was under constant attack-above all, from the Big Lie that the republic was a totally illegitimate government because it owed its genesis to a “stab in the back” delivered on the home front. That has brought it renewed attention at this moment in America, when democracy is under threat from illiberal, would-be-authoritarian forces. It’s a tattoo of me shooting John Hodgman in the chest.T he short-lived Weimar Republic-which spanned the years after Germany’s defeat in World War I until 1933, when Hitler came to power-has become a paradigmatic example of democratic collapse. There’s a tattoo in my armpit that I never noticed before. What if the tattooed woman who shot me had dreamed the whole thing? What if, like, there’s a scene where she’s in the shower, and she glances into her armpit and says, “That’s weird. The creator of the show is a friend of mine, and from time to time I would text him different scenarios in which they could bring Inspector Hitler back.įor example, I wrote, what if my character had been wearing a bulletproof vest, and I didn’t die after all, and when the Australian FBI agent finds me on the ground, he is just a little too.you know, Australian.to tell the difference?Īnother idea. Many other characters on the show who have died later came back as flashbacks, or hallucinations. ![]() It seemed to me that my exit from the show didn’t have to be so final. I liked my friends on the show, and I liked my commute. You know that this is a tipping relationship, right? I give you a gift every Christmas, so maybe just, as a good business practice, don’t compare me to one of the great monsters in history? But now you know I do know, and you’re making me feel bad. You might have been trying to warn me of something I didn’t know. And why are you telling me a second time ? The first time you said I looked like Hitler, it might have been out of surprise. And Hitler also had a pretty specific mustache, which is not like my mustache at all. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell everyone!” The garage attendant, Patrick, smiled and said, “Hey! You look like Hitler!” One evening, I dropped my car off at the garage near our apartment. Every morning I would drive myself in and park, go inside, do my work, and then drive home again, just like a straight‑up dad. One nice thing about this job was that it filmed only twenty minutes from my home in Brooklyn. I don’t know why he was doing this to me. “You don’t look like Hitler!” he would whisper as he finished. But because he likes the tattooed woman, and because she punches and kicks good, the FBI says, Welp, let’s go ahead and make her an honorary member of this elite law enforcement agency that people train for years to become a part of. He doesn’t know her name or history any more than she does. He has no idea why his name is tattooed on this random amnesiac woman’s back. He is a nice man played by an Australian actor. But she has a large tattoo of a name on her back, the name of the handsome FBI agent who is the other star of the show. ![]() The woman has amnesia, and no one knows who she is. It’s the one where a woman with a lot of tattoos turns up naked in a bag in Times Square. I didn’t have to audition for the evil FBI agent either. I was the perfect person, because after I turned them down, the movie fell apart. The producers didn’t even need me to audition to know that I was just right, the perfect person to keep women imprisoned in his basement. This role was very upsetting, in part because it had been a straight offer to me. I refused the role, for example, of a man who keeps pregnant women in his basement so he can sell their babies. He also pulls out the teeth of his own children.įor a while, this typecasting bothered me, and I fought against it. I played a variety of mustache creeps: a scheming literary rival a deranged fan who claims he legally owns an actress whom he has been stalking an evil FBI agent who interrogates a beautiful young woman and makes her cry a psychiatrist who pulls his patients’ teeth from their heads because he thinks insanity lives in the gums. I was appearing on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart less and less frequently, but I had a lot of guest‑acting gigs on some prestigious shows. Not long ago I was still on television sometimes. ![]()
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