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The social democrats of that era would've drafted all of you to go slaughter each other in the trenches for literally no reason, and you'll never forgive Lenin for not doing that.
Lenin pulled the country out of slaughter in the trenches so he could go do some slaughter at home.
Yeah, he shot the people who were trying to keep feeding everybody into a meat grinder, seems pretty based.
That's not all he shot. Socialists and Communists with differing views, Anarchists, Republicans, and peasants trying to be left alone all got shot too.
There were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.