Oh my f*****g god, Joseph Stalin. Just saying his name makes my brain short-circuit a little. Total disaster energy wrapped up in one tiny, evil mustache. Like, who the hell picked this guy to run the Soviet Union after Lenin kicked the bucket? Did they hold auditions, or was it just a “pick the scariest mustache in the room” contest? Stalin’s whole vibe is basically “paranoia meets murder spree,” and somehow that got him crowned Supreme Boss Man. I’m sitting in Mrs. B's History class, pencil hovering over my notebook, trying to pretend I’m taking notes, but honestly, my mind’s just spinning. Who the f**k lets this happen?
Mrs. B is mid-slide, clicking through pictures of Stalin smiling like your creepy neighbor who somehow knows where you live. “Stalin didn’t just betray his friends,” sh
