Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Rough Winds Do Shake the Darling Buds of May

 


There's a terrible thing to note, which is that everything old is a little bit new again in Russia, and "Zed" seems to stand for what once was deemed dead. It might be to encourage confidence in the Soviet surplus materiel being dispensed to the folks who have been deployed to what is starting to look like a meat-grinder for under-prepared and over-enthused youths. But the understanding that Putin's sockpuppets are now suggesting that people get onboard with a reality their grandparents/great-grandparents well understood suggests a kind of bottoming out. 

We seldom refer to the Ribbentrop-Molotov pact I think in the US education system in high school history because our education system seldom advances US history students past the Gilded Age and laissez-faire economics (and never really talks about the labor movement except as a sidebar--the schools are full of the descendants of wage slavery and actual slavery, and we all know who doesn't want people to get ideas about that) and we like to think Yalta wasn't another cynical turkey-carving exercise. The detritus of colonialism, the fallout of fuckups. 

I believe, because I am not a dumbass, that people learning from history is an improvement because we are building upon what came before when we take these lessons to heart. However, strongmen, because they are dumbasses, try to use history as an exercise they would very much like to repeat because if it happened before it could work for them again, and they never learn from downfalls. Putin is living this lie. He thinks he can rectify Stalin. He can be the ultimate patriot if he makes Russia Great Again. 

He is destroying what is good, though. The Russia of Sakharov and Shostakovich should tell us that great Russian people were held back from what they might have been. And I tremble to think what Putin and his trembling hand has in store because it is easier to destroy than build anything. And Putin wants a legacy, and he has built so little. And there is so much he could destroy--just to make a mark, 

He won't prosper. But failures are also a kind of mark. And can be most terrible. 


Friday, April 29, 2022

"When we were young...."

 


I seriously had to check DeSantis' age twice on this, just in case my math was wrong, but DeSantis is 43 and was still a teenager in the 1990s. I get that we're rehashing all the right wing's greatest hits from Satanic panic to commies! (and any day now they'll tell us that teen suicide is really those dirty heavy metal records, probably). But its hilarious to hear someone younger than me go off like his childhood tv reminiscence is Leave it to Beaver and The Donna Reed Show and not Roseanne and Married with Children.  

Disney movies are not any raunchier or whatever than when Boomer-drag artist Ron Desantis was a kid. (I'd actually say the romance storylines are less sketchy, now, if anything.)  DeSantis is just mad because he's a prickly little fascist out over his skis and all because a major corporation has the temerity to....mildly disagree with him over an overtly homophobic bill when a good portion of their fanbase is LGBT people. 

DeSantis can say "when we were young" as if he didn't grow up in the tail-end of "We Didn't Start the Fire".  But given the way he talks, perhaps he never was young, just a premature fuddy-duddy who pines for a Golden Age we never ever had.


TWGB: It's Raining Shoes!

  It certainly has been a minute, hasn't it? So, what brings me out of self-imposed blogging exile, if not something very relevant to my...