fitzk.bsky.social

fitzk.bsky.social

@fitzk.bsky.social

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? Outgunned, outnumbered, but never outclassed!

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The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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Brezhnev and his successors didn't destroy the USSR. What they did was use up time. Decades that could have been spent adapting, reforming, reckoning were spent instead on the performance of strength. On living in cloud cuckoo land. On always choosing the safe old face over the scary new idea.

Gorbachev inherited a machine so seized up it could only be fixed by breaking, and if you don't believe me you can google 'Socialism 90'. The United States is of course not the Soviet Union. But it is not immune to choosing tired over true. Happy 250th birthday now WAKE THE FUCK UP!

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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...decisions made for optics not outcomes, a population that has stopped expecting coherence and started expecting performance and a set of allies and client states who are increasingly divided and looking elsewhere for protection. It is performing somewhat better in terms of war and growth.

This chap is 79 years old. He has bent an entire political party and significant portions of the state apparatus around the gravity of his ageing, increasingly erratic self. The people around him perform his competence daily. They have to. To stop would be to admit they were always doing it. 16/?

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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Anyway, who cares? The USSR was a one-party authoritarian state. The USA, for example, is a collections of democracies with functioning institutions, press freedoms, and regular elections. These are not the same thing and the differences matter enormously. However... 13/?

The USA has: a government organised primarily around the continuity of one man, a media ecosystem built on projecting vigour that the footage does not support, a court of advisors whose careers depend on never saying the obvious thing...

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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He gave this specific period a name: period zastoya, or era of stagnation. Not collapse, or crisis, or even obvious daily decline. Just a great power running slightly slower each year, guided by men who could no longer imagine the world changing, surrounded by people who needed them not to.

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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The gap between the official reality and the actual reality becomes a huge chasm. Everyone inside the system can see it. Nobody inside the system will say it. Meanwhile, the Warsaw Pact has started to buckle, Afghanistan is a quagmire and there has been no growth to speak of in almost a decade.

Chernenko dies in March 1985, having been General Secretary for 13 months. Three leaders in three years. An empire cycling through dying old men like a machine that has forgotten what it was built to produce then finding, to its dim alarm, that the act of continuity has become an end in itself.

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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The man who replaces him is Konstantin Chernenko. Chernenko is 72 and has COPD. He wheezes throatily through his own nomination speech. At one point he cannot turn the page of his prepared remarks. A aide's hand enters the frame and turns it for him. 7/?

He is selected anyway. He is safe, he is known, he will not demand anything uncomfortable from anyone. Under Chernenko, the USSR enters what historians now call "the most stagnant period of stagnation." A government running entirely on inertia. Decisions deferred, problems renamed: stasis. 8/?

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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Brezhnev dies on November 10th, 1982. The man who replaces him is Yuri Andropov, former head of the KGB, considered the "reformer", the sharp mind who will finally get the USSR's house in order. He is 68 years old and his kidneys are failing. Nobody says this out loud. 5/?

Andropov rules for 15 months. He spends the final 7 on dialysis, conducting affairs of state from a hospital outside Moscow. Aides bring documents, he signs them. Memos continue to emanate from the suite until they don't. Western analysts describe him as 'vigorous'. He dies in February 1984.

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

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The people around Brezhnev, i.e. the nomenklatura who have spent decades building careers on his continued existence, have an extraordinary investment in the performance of his competence. So that is what they perform: press releases go out, appearances are staged etc. The show must go on. 3/?

There is a specific kind of collective delusion that sets in around a failing leader. Not lying, more like a shared agreement not to say the thing everyone can see. The court learns to describe the Emperor's new clothes in tremendous detail. To stop would be to admit they were always doing it. 4/?

The man on the right (with the eyebrows) is Leonid Brezhnev, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It is 7th November 1982. In 3 days, he will be dead. He does not know this. Or perhaps he does, and simply cannot stop the machinery now. A 🧵 about ageing disgracefully, 1/?

Brezhnev has been in power since 1964. Eighteen years. Long enough that a generation of Soviet citizens has never known another leader. Long enough that he himself has become more symbol than man. He has not had an original thought, by most accounts, since circa 1975. 2/?

Claude will write whatever leetcode you spec to a solid 8/10 level in <10 minutes, but it will still insist on utterly dumb shit like calling Der Prozess 'Der Proceß' and completely refusing to change it despite begging, threatening and arguing with it. What a bastard.

X pushing posts about literal demons infiltrating the body politic, made by people either turbogrifting or undergoing genuine psychiatric distress to the top of the feed now. It's nothing if not entertaining?

Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain! The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain. This autumnal evening was stuffy and red. My husband, returning, had quietly said, "He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home; They found him laid under the old oak tree's dome.

I pity the queen. He, so young, passed away!... During one night her black hair turned to grey." He looked for his pipe on a warm fire-place, And quietly left for his usual race. Now my young daughter will wake up and rise -- Mother will look in her dear sad grey eyes...

The older I get, the more I reach the conclusion that von Moltke's panicked decision to send a two corps and a cavalry to East Prussia in the opening days of WW1 was the single most consequential mistake in all of modern history. It cost Germany the war and in doing so changed everything forever.

Jesus Christ needs more secure access protocols it seems. Might I suggest a killbox area in a hermetically sealed corridor that floods with a neutral gas such as nitrogen?