Troika To Utopia Part 2

Place: The Sidewalk tables of The Pearly Gates Bistro. Time: Limbo. (Note: Tried in Absentia: A public trial of dead souls.) Kerensky: There you have it, the nut in a nutshell. After years in exile, no sooner does Lenin, that émigré vagabondo, set foot in Russia then he proclaims an international proletarian army. He dreams, as his real name implies: Vladimir- conqueror of the world. We shall see, comrades. The people had no idea of what Lenin implied, but Lenin, the opportunist, he knew. Don’t kid yourself. Coachie: And if you’re schizophrenic don’t kid yourselves. Ha. Tfu! Kerensky: It was his last bid for power. He would gamble today on an unknown tomorrow using people for collateral. No imperialist war, he cried. Yah! (German accent.) Labeled me, Kerensky, Prime Minister of the Provisional Government, a defencist and bourgeois lackey, but what was Heir Lenin, that Janus holier than thou monomaniac snake in the grass? Even before I was Prime Minister, I said, Let us act democratically with benevolence toward the opposition. I was no imperialist warmonger. The war was not my doing. But there it was in my lap. I wanted an honorable end, not with our tail between our legs. There is no respectful way to pull out of war. The powerful always know who threw in the towel and eventually come calling.