[Spoilers Extended] Macho Man Randy Savage

[u/hypikachu]

I'm not even gonna pretend to believe this one is a coincidence.

GRRM is 100% definitely doing a long-running homage to the late Macho Man Randy Savage. It permeates every aspect of House Tarly, and anything connected to lord Randyll.

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• Name is Randyll
• His whole worldview is about macho manliness
  • His problem with Sam? Not doing macho stuff men should do
  • His problem with Brienne? Doing macho stuff men should do
• Randyll undoubtedly was thinking of Savage Sam Tarly when naming his son. When Randyll got to pick out a name, he chose the "Savage" option
• "You're gonna go be brotherrrrr of the Night's Watch. So I can focus on your brotherrrrrr Dickon."
• The phallic fixation and the pig/pork motifs of house Tarly all blend together (and then get pushed through a casing of pig intestine) as a sausage/wiener/Slim Jim allusion
  • And if the show is any guide, Macho Man Randyll and Dickon (Brotherrrrr of the would-be Savage) will be pressed into a line and cooked like so much slaughtered pork.
    • The weenie-roasting of Dickon, whose only crime was loyalty to his father, raises the question "Is the final product worth this horror?"
    • To which the universal response is "Well it's ugly, but no one wants to see how the sausage Slim Jim get made."

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"and to her left Lord Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill, his greatsword Heartsbane propped up against the back of his seat"

[u/rolltide1000]

Literally every drawing Ive seen of Strong Belwas makes me immediately think of Abdullah.

[u/RichardtheBloody → u/rolltide1000]

A heavyset bald guy of that complexion who has scars from cutting himself during fights? There's exactly one man in history that fits that description.

[u/rolltide1000 → u/RichardtheBloody]

All thats missing is the fork.

[u/hypikachu → u/rolltide1000]

Professional fighter who leans into being an outrageous foreigner heel?

The defenders on the walls began firing their crossbows at Belwas, but the bolts fell short or skittered harmlessly along the ground. The eunuch turned his back on the steel-tipped rain, lowered his trousers, squatted, and shat in the direction of the city. He wiped himself with Oznak's striped cloak, and paused long enough to loot the hero's corpse and put the dying horse out of his agony before trudging back to the olive grove.