The Liars of the Soviet Union
The Soviet Union, inheriting the vast domains of Tsarist Russia, draped itself in the new garb of socialism, posing as a herald of the modern age. Yet, it was merely the old power dressed in a fresh costume, a faded dynasty in a new act. The so-called “proletarian paradise” was but a new palace for the elite, built on the crushed bones of freedom, dignity, and the people’s blood.
Autocracy, tyranny, brutality, and greed did not perish with the fall of the Tsars; they simply waved a new “people’s” banner to deceive the world. Their fleeting glory was a conjurer’s trick, doomed to unravel. When the charade could no longer hold, the emperor’s new clothes were torn asunder, the stage collapsed, and the audience dispersed. Stalin’s dictatorship ended in ashes, and even the privileged caste he nurtured turned away from his corpse.
Putin’s Russia, resurrecting the corpse of Tsarist and Soviet autocracy, breathes new life into the old specter of despotism. Its strongman politics and nationalist duet play on, a defiant dance against the tide of history, like a drowning man flailing at the waves, destined to sink. Their pomp is but a mirage, condemned as history’s villains, scorned by the free world and cursed by the future.
Countless usurpers and tyrants, past and present, cloak themselves in the banners of “ideals,” their hands busy with treachery. They raise the flag of “justice” while ransacking the coffers. With the shiny slogans of the age, they resurrect the rotting souls of human vice, warped thought, and corrupt systems, parading as saviors. Yet, those who fall for their gleam are led into an abyss.
The “democracy, freedom, and prosperity” they trumpet are but shopfront signs hiding chambers of dictatorship, oppression, and plunder. They preach human rights while trampling bones for profit; they chant rule of law while wielding it as a whip. Sophistry twists truth into lies, and chaos reigns where order is promised.
Those who devour tomorrow’s grain today will face reckoning; Ponzi schemers will crumble atop their tower of lies.
In this topsy-turvy realm, truth and falsehood are inverted, cause and effect confounded. Those who style themselves “beacons of the nation” are but braying donkeys and horses strutting in grand halls. Scepters are fashioned from shoehorns, and the stage is filled with jesters, not one a true king—a farcical “homage of nations” played by clowns.
