Khrushchev (on Mon., Nov. 26, 1956)

[Nazz]

The son of a peasant coal miner,
stubby Nikita planted himself firmly,
with the Kremlin's hierarchy at his back,
and faced the western diplomats and satellites.

"It doesn't depend on you whether or not we exist, or if you don't like us.
Or if you don't accept our invitations. Or don't invite us to come see you.
Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you."

"You say we want war, but you've now gotten yourselves into a position
I would call idiotic (let's say 'delicate', offered Mikoyan) but we don't want to profit by it. If you withdraw your troops from Germany, France and Britain-- I'm speaking of American troops-- we will not stay one day in Poland, Hungary and Romania. But we, Mister Capitalists, are beginning to understand your methods."

The diplomats had already filed out.

[Arcadia]

wow! the air can be cut there!!!

nikita sounds familiar (I can´t tell you why) and I associate him with the missiles crisis, Cuba & Kennedy but not idea about that date, specially!!!!!

I enjoyed it!!!!!!!

[Nazz]

Indeed. Grew up with "gotta go fight the Communists for our freedom" because of cut-the-air moments like this. Well, that and things like Korea, and later, the Cuban missiles. Nikita really F'd up on that one. Found this text in a Time Magazine article. It was a real Ahmedinejad moment on steroids, with pointed nukes and the whole bit. Ah, I see I'm reminiscing and rambling again.

Is it just me, or do others find a kind of poetic cycle in old political speeches, where the old circumstantial rhetoric seems so similar to the new? Nah. Probably just me.

[Arcadia]

Is it just me, or do others find a kind of poetic cycle in old political speeches, where the old circumstantial rhetoric seems so similar to the new? Nah. Probably just me.

some kind of eterno retorno, eh??

(it´s quite probable, but I can´t be so sure... I wasn´t listening to russian politicians, I prefered the Rustavi choir!! )

[Lightning Rod]

yes, nazz
our political dramas are the same rituals played over and over

(lrod pounds his shoe on the table)