1945–1950: Capitalist Arrogance, Socialist Discipline
Amerikanski hoard their “atomic toys,” believing this makes them tsars of the world. This is pigshit.
Soviet people need no bourgeois parlor tricks. We have will of the proletariat, the and steel of our tanks
1950–1960: Imperialist Aggression, Revolutionary Response
Korea? A capitalist provocation. Without nuclear blackmail, the imperialists grow bold—but not bold enough. Our Korean brothers fight with our weapons, our advisors. Let MacArthur bluster. When the People’s Army pushes them into the sea, the world will see the frailty of their “superiority.”
And Cuba? Castro is a romantic, but without missiles, he is… expendable. Let the yanqui pigs waste their bullets. Every dead gusanos feeds the flames of global revolution.
1960–1980: Decadence and Decline
The West wallows in cesspool of rock music and blue jeans. Meanwhile, we crush dissent in Prague, break the Chinese revisionists, and outlast their decadence. Without nukes, their “détente” is a farce. Reagan? A Hollywood clown. Let him prattle about “Star Wars.” Our spies steal their secrets, our economy adapts.
1991–2045: Capitalist Triumph? Temporary.
The Amerikanski strut like cocks on dungheap. They bomb Iraq, lecture China, drone Afghanistan. But their hubris is their poison. Look: their workers revolt. Their cities burn. And China? They wear Lenin’s face but worship Mao’s corpse. A capitalist dragon—doomed to collapse.
2045–2049: The Inevitable Return
The masses remember. In the ruins of Wall Street, the red flag rises again. No nukes? No matter. Revolution needs only rage… and patience.
Conclusion
The atomic bomb is a distraction. True power is faith. Faith in the masses. Faith in the Party.
Amerikanski hoard their “atomic toys,” believing this makes them tsars of the world. This is pigshit.
Soviet people need no bourgeois parlor tricks. We have will of the proletariat, the and steel of our tanks
1950–1960: Imperialist Aggression, Revolutionary Response
Korea? A capitalist provocation. Without nuclear blackmail, the imperialists grow bold—but not bold enough. Our Korean brothers fight with our weapons, our advisors. Let MacArthur bluster. When the People’s Army pushes them into the sea, the world will see the frailty of their “superiority.”
And Cuba? Castro is a romantic, but without missiles, he is… expendable. Let the yanqui pigs waste their bullets. Every dead gusanos feeds the flames of global revolution.
1960–1980: Decadence and Decline
The West wallows in cesspool of rock music and blue jeans. Meanwhile, we crush dissent in Prague, break the Chinese revisionists, and outlast their decadence. Without nukes, their “détente” is a farce. Reagan? A Hollywood clown. Let him prattle about “Star Wars.” Our spies steal their secrets, our economy adapts.
1991–2045: Capitalist Triumph? Temporary.
The Amerikanski strut like cocks on dungheap. They bomb Iraq, lecture China, drone Afghanistan. But their hubris is their poison. Look: their workers revolt. Their cities burn. And China? They wear Lenin’s face but worship Mao’s corpse. A capitalist dragon—doomed to collapse.
2045–2049: The Inevitable Return
The masses remember. In the ruins of Wall Street, the red flag rises again. No nukes? No matter. Revolution needs only rage… and patience.
Conclusion
The atomic bomb is a distraction. True power is faith. Faith in the masses. Faith in the Party.
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