The Occident and the Orient, and their incessant contest in the dead lands of the Europe of ruin! Long after the liveliness of the kings’ guns turned to dust, the ghosts of the past are rising from the morass. Yet is there substance in their cold embrace?
The truth is that the Russian cultural sphere is dead inside. One can grasp it in the half-measures taken, in the half-words uttered. Le Putain is no Brejnev, and Brejnev was no Stalin. 《Ye are no heroes 》 (© Lermontov, 1837).
Thus, it is faulty to be passionate in this normiest of narratives. The sheepskin is not worth the dressing. Neither the game the candle. What are the scenarios?
1. Russia wins a swift war. (Has not happened in the first fortnight.) America suffers a loss of préstige, yet what remains of their Empire is mustered together in a new Cold War. The mutt lands are revitalised in a spur of conservative spirit necessary for the worsening material conditions. Richie Spencer is in awe.
2. Russia loses in a stroke of humiliation – yet remains pacified. Christendom wins another decade at most, the way it had looted the Soviet corpse in 1991-2008.
In either case, nothing changes fundamentally. Valinor’s sun will set no matter what, and likewise the Russians will not win in essence. But as in other matters, there is a third way.
Enter the Ukraine. The Morgul-blade forged beyond the sea and pointed at Russia’s heart. The cargo-cult culture of nonsense full of irritants aimed at awakening the bear. The Nazi paraphernalia and the homosexualist overtones! Lo, even their swastika is made of dicks!
Cue le Putain… or more exactly, Putin’s character arc. The madman started out as trying to become one with the West, to get inside NATO. He was spurned and played for laughs. Putin would remember that.
When 2022 dawned, Putin was still a humanitarian. He shied away from declaring war itself. He never wished his enemies to hang from trees, let alone lamp-posts. He tirelessly toiled and laboured to remain in the safe space of international law.
And yet, what has been missing in this picture is the final piece of the puzzle. The ghost of Pripet. The cuck of Kiev. The fifth rider of the Apocalypse. The sacrificial RAGUL that will give no quarter till the world’s ending. The perfect weapon of fate.
The ragulism of the Ukrainians might become the spark that will ignite the gunpowder of the Russian powder boxes. For the happiest reality is the one which knows the smell of nuclear fallout in the morning.
3. And thus, let the unholy angels of the rotten sunset-land carry on the thunderous struggle in the meadow-fields upon the Hospitable Sea so that the bear roars and the foundations tremble!
《This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck?》
© J.R.R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings, Book Two, The Council of Elrond