So there I was, minding my own business, when, for some inexplicable reason, I found myself idly thinking about the fall of the Romanov dynasty. For the life of me, I can’t tell you what led me to reflect on the moment when Nicholas II lost control over a once-burgeoning empire due to widespread unrest that he himself had a hand in shaping. Maybe it’s the weather? Maybe those barometric pressure changes can lead to more than just headaches?
But it’s kind of weird, right? Why would my mind make me recall that the Russian Revolution was largely ignited by a devastating economic crisis, social inequality, and the ruling class being aggressively out of touch with the suffering masses? It just makes no sense for me to be thinking of a bunch ruling-class assholes enriching themselves through, if not illegal, then definitely immoral ways, while everyone else has to buy tacos on payment plans. They didn’t even have tacos in Russia back then. Is my brain broken? Am I having a stroke?
