Race Store

Klara’s school sent out a flyer saying “Come shop at our race store,” and I almost flipped because I need a little respite from race at least on a weekend.

Then I realized that they are talking about a charity race of the kind where people run for charitable purposes.

One day, I’m going to have a heart attack, and it will probably be caused by an invitation to a “white Christmas party” or “race to cure diabetes.”

Yeltsin and Putin

I’ve seen several people repeat verbatim a weird talking point about Yeltsin, so I want to clarify what he was because I was there when it all happened.

Gorbachev and Yeltsin were the best thing to happen to Russia since Stolypin. Gorbachev, with all of his massive mistakes (see earlier post) made the collapse of the USSR possible. He clearly didn’t want it to happen but he set it in motion unwittingly, and for that I will be eternally grateful. Not having to live in the USSR is worth anything.

Yeltsin was an alcoholic. Being a raging drunk is a big defect for any human being but for a politician who controls the nuclear codes of the world’s second largest nuclear power it’s unforgivable. He also falsified the election, which created an enormous cynicism towards the democratic process. He did it for a great cause – to prevent Communists from coming to power again. But the ends don’t justify the means, and he sowed the tempest that eventually destroyed his life’s work.

Still, with all these gigantic flaws, his presidency was an enormous gift to Russia and to the world. Contrary to today’s propaganda, the 1990s were an amazing time for Russia. (And less so but still great for Ukraine, too). Yes, the transition from socialism to capitalism was painful. How could it possibly not have been? How easy can it be to get 260 million people to accept individual responsibility and learn self-reliance? How do you easily teach them to make money when they hadn’t had to do it for several generations? When everybody with a whiff of entrepreneurial spirit had been physically exterminated? Of course, it’s going to be painful and harsh and dispiriting.

But with all that. . . Oh, the freedom. There was finally freedom. All of a sudden, there was the life of the mind, right in the open. I happen to think that being able to read, write, speak, worship, and argue freely is the most important thing ever. I don’t think that “bare life” (which means the capacity to keep yourself functioning on a primitive biological level) is really life. It’s better than being dead but it’s a sad, miserable existence.

When nobody can do things to you against your will because suddenly you are entitled to have a will of your own – it’s a magical, magical transformation. I have tears in my eyes as I write this because this memory will never fade. Being able to say, “I don’t agree” or “I’m not going to do it and you can’t make me” is a wonderful gift that nobody should take for granted. Unfortunately, many people get so maimed by captivity that a guaranteed portion of stale bread is more valuable than the freedom to make your own bread, butter, and caviar. Those are the people who complain about the post-Soviet nineties.

Russia’s creative class is so much more intelligent and profound and sarcastic in the best possible way than any other creative class I have seen anywhere else. These folks are deep. And erudite. And when in the 1990s they were finally allowed to speak freely, gosh, it was good. The intellectual effervescence was contagious. Even I considered, for a short period of time, emigrating to Russia and not the West because it was just so. . . alive. Ukraine was a suffocating hellhole clinging to the relics of the Soviet era at that time. It was still a million times better than during the USSR, obviously, but it would take until 2013 for the democratic Ukraine to be born, and that was much earlier than I expected.

Yeltsin believed in democracy and civil liberties. He wanted Russia to be a modern, democratic country. However, the oligarchy had already been created before he came to power. There were seven oligarchs, all put in place by the Soviet secret police. They didn’t like Yeltsin because he was unpredictable and hard to control. They had something on him because they were the ones who had helped him falsify the election. But still, he was an impetuous, hard-headed person and a drunk. He had to be removed.

Once Yeltsin was pushed out, the oligarchs installed a figurehead, a weak, mousy fellow with no charisma, no personality, and no ideas. That was Putin. Eventually, the seven oligarchs started in-fighting. One wanted the other one’s properties, and so on. The stronger oligarchs made Putin get rid of the weaker ones, and then instead of the initial 7 there were 4. Then 3. Then a new one came in the mix. And so on.

The important thing to remember is that they are all figureheads to a large extent. Several years ago, I wrote a series of posts about these oligarchs, demonstrating that they had all worked for the KGB in small, insignificant roles. Just like Putin himself. They were chosen to pose as “oligarchs” and “president” because they were already KGB pawns and because of their ethnicity (most oligarchs were Jewish and Putin is Russian). They are all nothing burgers who serve to hide the real powers behind the scenes. If you are a Russian speaker, listen to Putin speak and you’ll know in two seconds that he’s an uneducated, low-IQ pawn. He’s not a grey eminence. He’s a grey non-entity.

At the behest of their handlers, Putin and the oligarchs have been advancing a globalist, neoliberal agenda. If you want to make a lifelong enemy, tell a Russian nationalist that you believe Putin to be a nationalist. Russian nationalists detest him. He’s an open-borders mass-migration president like no others. Over half of first-graders in Moscow don’t speak Russian. Can you guess how that happened? Yes, Putin wouldn’t establish a visa regime with South Asia because he likes to drag around a docile, cheap labor force. Remind you of anything?

The freedom of speech or of protest or of association has been violently destroyed in Russia. Intellectuals were killed, maimed, silenced, or driven out of the country. There’s no more free press. And gosh, did they have an amazing free press in the nineties, or what. You have no idea how great it was.

Sorry for a long post but I get carried away when I think about the fall of the USSR. It was the most important good event of the twentieth century. It was everything. But it got pissed away pretty darn fast. Please think twice before you crap all over the people who demolished it. And twice more before you praise those who want to bring it back.

Anti-alcohol Campaign in the USSR

In the USSR, alcoholism was a terrible problem. So when Gorbachev became Secretary General of the Communist Party, he started an anti-alcohol campaign. It was supposed to be very popular with women who were tired of their husbands drinking themselves to death. Alcoholism caused sky-high rates of domestic violence. It was terrible for work productivity. It led to horrible rates of fetal alcohol syndrome, creating a whole generation of brain-damaged children.

So the campaign started. Alcohol disappeared from the stores. There were strict limits on how much alcohol you could buy if you did manage to come across it at a store. Vineyards were destroyed.

The campaign was so extraordinarily stupid that later a whole cottage industry of conspiracy theorists arose arguing that the anti-alcohol campaign had been created on purpose to manufacture an epidemic of drug addiction in a country that, until the campaign, had no problem with drugs.

Because that’s exactly what happened. Lower-income people brewed moonshine (samogon), sniffed glue, and drank cologne. Cologne disappeared from the stores because alcoholics started swilling it like crazy. And younger people turned to hard drugs. Immediately a huge drug cartel industry arose. Today, Russia’s younger generation is being wiped out by drugs. Russia became a world leader in non-sexually transmitted HIV because people shared dirty needles to shoot up heroin.

It’s needless to say that not a single alcoholic was cured by the anti-alcohol campaign. Many picked up a much more severe addiction to heroin. Many died of chemical poisoning. It’s still unclear whether this was done to give some people in the party leadership an extra source of income through the nascent drug industry or was just a dumb mistake.

COVID Exclusion

Under the guise of COVID, all of the formerly free and open to the public kids’ activities now require that you undergo a byzantine process of registration that includes uploading your driver’s license and another form of ID. You have to do this every single time you want to take your kid to an activity. Even when it’s a weekly art lesson, like the one we visit every Saturday. The apps you have to register with are buggy and require the patience of Sisyphus. And probably the knowledge of who Sisyphus is.

Obviously, only highly educated, extremely organized, quite leisurely and properly documented mothers can win the battle with the registration process that you have to undergo every week at very specific times for every activity. My calendar is littered with reminders that activity X can be registered for on Th-F while activity Y’s registration only works on Monday evenings.

Before COVID, you could just walk into these activities whenever the fancy struck you. Nobody ever asked for ID or any advance notice.

This week the app for the Saturday activity kept malfunctioning, and I had to struggle with it for three days to make it work. My kid loves the activity, so I tied myself into a pretzel to get her in.

The result? Black and Hispanic kids have disappeared from the events. The attendees are now about 60% Asian and 40% white. Working class families have disappeared, too. I now know everybody at every event because they are either professors or dentists / doctors. Just the kind of people who love bleating stupidly about racial justice and diversity. It’s such a convenient, sneaky, slick-bastard way of excluding the undesirables while pretending that it’s all about health.

COVID mitigation is a class war.

Bursting Bubbles

Eric Zemmour is Putin’s little bitch. Which means China’s little bitch. No matter how pretty his speeches are, he’s for globalism with a slightly different set of globalists in charge than the ones we have now.

I can’t stand people simping for this vile piece of Putinoid trash because he read a cutesy little speech.

Salvation won’t come from France. France is dead and buried. Let’s move on.

Pyrrhic

Ah, I see that Republicans are trying hard to lose next year’s midterms with their ludicrous attempts to repeal Roe. All of the suburban moms who just gave them Virginia and were moving away from the Dems because of school masking and vaccine mandates were too good to be acceptable. It’s now extremely necessary to scare them away and destroy the only legal foothold that those who oppose forced Pfizerization had.

Who cares about real victories when you can have symbolic ones? Let’s give the demoralized, flailing Dems a powerful issue to organize on and get out a tsunami of highly energized, passionate voters. Not a single abortion will be prevented by the repeal of Roe but who cares? As long as we can whelp “let’s go, Brandon” under our breaths, it’s victory enough.

Unanticipated Benefits

Putting Klara in a Christian school brought some unanticipated benefits. For instance, when the kids are taken to the school library to pick out their books for the week, I don’t have to worry she’ll bring home some garbage about the anti-racist baby, “non-traditional families,” or a boy who decided he was a girl. All of the books are sweet and wholesome. Today, for instance, she picked out a book about an old lady who knitted hats and gave them away to anybody who needed them.

Also, there’s a gigantic nativity scene in front of the school. And a million Christmas activities of the kind I approve.