The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Because you are stupid, maybe read some books educate yourself.

We walk, talk, and won't shit our pants

No one. There's nothing worthwhile that ever came out of (Soviet) Russia. Or Russia period imo. Shit food, liquor, music and literature.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

Wrong as hell. Russian music and literature are both fantastic. (Can't speak for the booze, obviously.) Also, to stay on topic, it's Soviet hockey that we have to thtank for the game having any sort of artistry. Canadians, left to their own devices, would have played dump-and-chase till eternity. The Red Army innovated possession hockey by everyone living in the barracks together and being able to anticipate one another's movements. Of course, North Americans have since stripped that artistry back out by reducing the game to nothing but high-volume shooting, but show me a sport that analytics haven't ruined.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

Come on, Stravinsky is one of the most influential composers ever, before you even take into account that he's sampled in like every '80s song ever recorded. Shostakovich covertly composed a celebration of Stalin's death; does that do nothing for you?

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

Not to mention Tchaikovsky. But then there is a dropoff.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Wrong as hell. Russian music and literature are both fantastic. (Can't speak for the booze, obviously.) Also, to stay on topic, it's Soviet hockey that we have to thank for the game having any sort of artistry. Canadians, left to their own devices, would have played dump-and-chase till eternity. The Red Army innovated possession hockey by everyone living in the barracks together and being able to anticipate one another's movements. Of course, North Americans have since stripped that artistry back out by reducing the game to nothing but high-volume shooting, but show me a sport that analytics haven't ruined.

I like Scriabin's piano work. It's not dense and turgid as you'd expect from the Russians.