The Wild card

It's kind of funny, isn't it?

there definitely seems to be a theme where the people ruling Russia are not russian at all. This shift in ruling class though has been a very clear shift in russia civilization it has drifted further away from its european roots and has started to embrace its more savage tartar/mongol asiatic side. I always thought that Russians are European when they rule in St petersburg, when they shift back towards a more asiatic mindset they tend to flee back to Moscow.

The reason I named the thread the Wild card and refer to Russia as the wildcard nation is that in 30 years I could see almost anything happening to Russia. They could again be a communist state or disintegrate entirely perhaps even get into a nuclear war with the US or even restore their monarchy. They could be superpower or not exist in almost no time.

This I don't understand. I mean people usually mean dictatorships and violence by Asiatic mindset, but Europe had its share of both of those things. Just look at France from their revolution to the fall of Napoleon. One could say he wanted to be an Asian ruler by crowing himself emperor, but that sounds strange.

saged and reported for another Ruski slide

perhaps your right and the meme of the "asiatic russians" has just been a means of putting them down. But I somewhat feel that at times they can have a duel nature they wrestle with due to thier quie history with the golden horde/tartars and one of them doesn't seem to be very European.

what am I sliding what is important? Do you know what sliding even is? It only works if you do it with 4 or 5 threads at the same time to drive more important threads away and it doesnt even work if you use the catalogue

I should have put the Ukraine as the center piece of the thread so it could get bumped. Did all of the real anons leave already? Am I truly alone with reddit?

Up to now I have refrained from mentioning Russia —intentionally, for with Russia it is not a question of different peoples but of different worlds. The Russians are by no means a people like the Germans and the English. Like the Germanic tribes of the Carolingian age they contain within themselves the potentialities of many future peoples. “Russianism” is the promise of a future culture as the evening shadows grows longer and longer over the Western world. The distinctions between Russian and Western spirit cannot be drawn too sharply. As deep a cleavage as there is between the spirit, religion, politics, and economics of England, Germany, America, and France, when compared with Russia these nations suddenly appear as a unified world. It is easy to be deceived by some inhabitants of Russia who reflect strong Western influence. The true Russian is just as inwardly alien to us as a Roman in the Age of Kings or a Chinese long before Confucius would be if they were suddenly to appear among us. The Russians have been aware of this every time they have drawn a line of demarcation between “Mother Russia” and “Europe.”

For us, the primitive soul of Russia is an inscrutable something that lies behind dirt, music, vodka, meekness, and a strange melancholy. We naturally form our judgments subjectively, i.e., as the late, urban, and intellectually mature members of a wholly different culture. What we “see” in Russia is therefore not a soul just now awakening, which even Dostoyevsky was helpless to describe, but our own mental picture of it, which is formed by our superficial image of Russian life and Russian history and is further falsified by the use of such very “European” words as will, reason, and Gemut. Yet perhaps some of us are able to convey a virtually indescribable impression of that country that will leave no doubt as to the immense gap that separates us.

This childlike, inarticulate, fearsome people has been confused, wounded, tortured, and poisoned by having forced upon it the patterns of a foreign, imperious, masculine, and mature “European” culture. Its flesh has been pierced by European-style urban centers with European ambitions, and its undeveloped consciousness infected by overripe attitudes, philosophies, political ideas, and scientific principles. In 1700, Peter the Great forced upon his people the Baroque style of politics, complete with cabinet diplomacy, dynastic influence, administration, and a Western-style navy. In 1800, English ideas, basically incomprehensible to these people, made their entrance in the guise of French writers who succeeded in confusing the minds of a small intellectual minority. Even before 1900 the bookish Russian intelligentsia introduced Marxism to their country, a complex product of Western European dialectics of whose origin they were completely ignorant. Peter the Great transformed the tsarist state into a major power within the Western system, thus perverting its natural development. And the “intelligentsia,” themselves the product of the Russian spirit after it was corrupted by foreign-style cities, then entered the scene with their somber longing for indigenous institutions that must arise in some far-distant future, thereby distorting the primitive thought of their country into a kind of barren, childish theorizing after the manner of professional French revolutionaries. Owing to the Russians’ boundless humility and willingness to sacrifice, Petrinism and bolshevism have accomplished some very real things in senseless and disastrous imitation of such Western creations as the Court of Versailles and the Paris Commune. But these institutions have affected only the surface of Russian existence; each of them can disappear and reappear with unpredictable swiftness.

As yet Russia has had only religious experiences, no social or political ones. Dostoyevsky, in reality a saint who has been made to appear in the nonsensical and ridiculous Western guise of a romancier, is misunderstood if his social “problems” are considered apart from his novelistic form. His true essence is sooner to be found between than in the lines, and in The Brothers Karamazov he reaches a religious intensity comparable only to that of Dante. His revolutionary politics, on the other hand, originated within an insignificantly small metropolitan coterie which no longer possessed definite Russian sensibilities and, as far as family extraction is concerned, can indeed hardly be called Russian at all. As a consequence Dostoyevsky’s political thought was caught between the extremes of forced dogmatism and instinctive rejection.