LOTR. I don’t get how any entity would want to be whay Mordo represented, which to my limited understanding is an ackshual hellhole.

What gives?

  • loutr@sh.itjust.works
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    As others have said I believe the meme didn’t originate in Russia, but was used disparagingly by its enemies. That said, a Russian author did write The Last Ringbearer, an alternative perspective on the events of LOTR:

    Kirill Yeskov bases his novel on the premise that the Tolkien account is a “history written by the victors”.[1][2] Mordor is home to an “amazing city of alchemists and poets, mechanics and astronomers, philosophers and physicians, the heart of the only civilization in Middle-earth to bet on rational knowledge and bravely pitch its barely adolescent technology against ancient magic”, posing a threat to the war-mongering faction represented by Gandalf (whose attitude is described by Saruman as “crafting the Final Solution to the Mordorian problem”) and the Elves.[1]

    Sounds familiar?

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      21 days ago

      How would you personally respond to that or critique that characterization?

      Is Mordor or its denizens actually more nuanced?

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    how any entity would want to be whay Mordo represented

    I had not thought of Russia when I read that (a good while ago). Not even today’s Russia comes close.

    I am interpreting Mordor as a fascist society. Power hungry leaders. Blind followers. Too many rules and commands. I can imagine some kinds of people enjoy that.

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          No, I’m from the Shire, and Mordor doesn’t exactly make conversation with us.

          But I pay notice to the black smoke. To the Nazgul strikes and the fires of war. I can feel his dark eye watching us all from atop his wasteland tower, whispiering lies and doubt into innocent ears. I hear a poison tongue speaking wicked words into the ear of a decrepit leader, making him but a puppet. I see a war chief turn on his master in a bid for power, only to be cowed and granted a traitor’s reward.

          I look to the east, and see Mordor.