“A serious and good philosophical work could be entirely of jokes.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
The setup is that I think I know everything. The punchline is that I’m totally ignorant.
Seventy-five million deaths shocks my bones.
Why didn’t I learn this number, earlier? Why do I still know nothing about anything?
That one night in 1991 inflation rose prices of goods some 200%.
But how would they afford to eat? Afford to pay rent?
People just like you and me lost their homes. Their life’s savings vanished into thin air as a byproduct of this man’s ambition.
Women and children begged for rubles or worked as prostitutes and a lucky man would be paid with 13 barrels of sunflower oil or with some another commodity.
heroin from Afghanistan and East Asia
I can only begin to comprehend the Russian people’s desire for stability. How could anybody forget that?