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Hey Jimmy, it's the 1800s and exciting time to be alive. Why don't you get out there and explore the world? Gee whiz, mom! Thanks! This place is amazing! Where am I? Why you're in France, my boy? Here we come up with wacky new ways of running a country. Liberty, Egality, fraternity. Whoa!
Welcome to the United Kingdom. Here we invented the train. Looooooobbord! Holy smokes! You're in a German factory, my friend. Here we harness fire and cold. Create only sexy literhood. This is incredible! I can't wait to see where I'll end up next. Where am I? You're in Russia. Have I gone back in time? No, this is just how it is. Are you a farmer? Worse. Technically, my landlord owns me, which makes me a surf. I'm scared. You should be. Because I haven't eaten in four days. And you look pretty tasty. Hey Jimmy, how are your travels? I hate you!
Russia in the 19th century. Fudel, underdeveloped and stuck in the past. While the rest of Europe had been modernizing and improving their citizens' lives. Russia's rulers were taking a different approach. My lord, we're falling behind the rest of Europe. It's time to industrialize, give the people rights, and share your power.
Russian Tsars had no time for pathetic ideas like liberty and modernization. Because they were too busy having the time of their lives. While the Serbs were breaking their backs in the fields, the Tsars held all the power, and they didn't have to listen to anyone. Want to run the country like a backwards-fudel kingdom while the rest of Europe outpaces you militarily and economically? Go right ahead. Want to keep the people uneducated so they don't get any ideas? There's no one to stop you. Want to keep exporting grain even when there's a massive famine causing hundreds of thousands to die? That is your God-given right.
While all of this was great for the Tsar, if you were literally anybody else, it probably sucked because Russia was falling behind. If they were to keep up with Europe, they'd need a strong ruler with some big ideas. Oh look, here comes one now. Hey everyone, it's me. Tsar Alexander II. And I've got some big news. I'm releasing you all from your Serfdom. You're all free. Wooo! Yes! Yep, I'm the best. Oh, there is one thing though. I spoke to your local lords and they weren't happy about losing all their free labor. So as a compromise, you're all gonna have to pay them back a near impossible amount of money for the next 49 years. Expect your lives to barely change. Okay, bye.
Now I know what you're thinking. This Tsar Alexander II seems like a pretty cool guy. He's trying to reform the country and get Russia on the right path. Everyone must love this guy. Right? Wrong. What is one man get to decide the fate of everyone in the country? This whole system is dumb. Somebody should do something. Like what? Like kill the Tsar. You're gonna kill the Tsar? Well, me? No. I'm busy. I was kinda hoping you'd do it. Okay. See? The people love me. They're throwing flowers, confetti, and high-grade explosives.
Okay, Nicholas. Your grandfather has a mild case of being blown up by a terrorist and he's not looking too hot. So we're gonna go say our goodbyes. Okay? No, it'll be too scary for him. Nonsense. It won't be scary at all. We're just gonna say a quick goodbye. Ready?
Boy! Look at me! The people did this to me! And one day. They'll do it to you! See? Wasn't scary at all. The dogs under the second was dead, but luckily they had another Alexander lying around. Alexander, the third. And he felt his dad's reforms had weakened the Tsar's authority.
Russia was massive. And as a result, had many ethnic minorities. Non-Russians? More interested in their own cultural heritage than in loving me? Isn't it great? So much beautiful culture and diversity in our great nation. Alexander thought all these minorities should be a little more Russian and thereby loyal to him.
So he repressed religious minorities. He introduced the Ukraine, a secret police force that repressed anybody who thought having a Tsar was dumb. If Alexander the second was the great reformer, Alexander the third was the great repressor. Now that's how you run a country.
Hey dad. Ugh, great. It's my son Nicholas who I like to call a girly girl because he's so weak and pathetic. When are you gonna grow up? Hmm? Eh, you still look like a girly girl to me. But dad, I grew a beard. Yeah, an ugly girly girl beard. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
If Nicholas was to one day bezar, he needed his dad to teach him how to run the country. But his dad instead suggested that Nicholas goes somewhere else. So Nicholas went to Japan, got an edgy dragon tattoo, had his head sliced off by a policeman, and then came home.
Now will you teach me how to rule? I suppose it's time. Okay, there's a lot you need to know before becoming z-Uh-oh. What? I've got kidney inflammation. Oh no!
On his father's death, a totally unprepared Nicholas the second ascended to the Russian throne. He wasn't a reformer like his grandfather, nor was he a repressor like his dad. Nicholas was Nicholas. Timid? Easily swayed. And more interested in doing whatever the hell this is. Or this. Or this. He wasn't ready to rule, and he himself admitted it, saying, I'm not yet ready to bezar. I know nothing of the business of ruling. Bit of an awkward time to bring it up. Nicholas firmly believed that he was chosen by God to be Russia's big daddy, and while he doubted his ability to rule, he was gonna give it his best shot. And hey, who knows, maybe he wouldn't be so bad after all.
To get things off to a good start, Nicholas promised free pretzels and beer to a huge crowd in Moscow to celebrate his coronation, so enticing a proposition to starving peasants that the ensuing stampede left nearly 1500 people dead. What the hell happened? We're not sure, but you're scheduled to go party with the French at 8 o'clock. Shouldn't I stay here on a respect for the people? When are versions of ours ever respected the people? Hmm. Nicholas's decision to go party with the French immediately tarnished his image. Some were calling him Nicholas the Bloody.
The Zars had been partying hard at the expense of the people for long enough. They'd emancipated the serfs, but failed to lift them out of poverty. They used their secret police to crash down on anyone who might criticize them, and they'd failed to modernize and give the people rights. Something the rest of Europe had begun doing over a century ago. The rule of the Zars was quickly becoming outdated, and more and more Russians began wondering if there was a better way. For many, the solution was simple. Just look to the West. Republics, democracies, and constitutional monarchy go lore.
But a small growing group rejected that for an even better idea. A little something they called communism. Take Vladimir Lenin, an intelligent member of Russia's middle class. And also, a massive ill-tempered jerk. If you disagreed with him about anything, he wasn't afraid to call you out. You fat-headed, simple-minded, vapid-cock-ident-bosil! Tender heart bear is a far superior care-bearer to bedtime bear. Mwah-hah-hah-hah-hah! And he was no stranger to political unrest, either. His older brother was executed for plotting to kill the Zars, and Lenin himself was expelled from university for participating in a student protest.
But how did Lenin go from being a middle class nerd to the arbiter of socialist divinity? Well, to tell that story, we first need to go back a few decades to when a man named Karl Marx, or to manifest to explaining how capitalism is a system whereby the stinky bourgeoisie oppressed and exploited the working masses, and that only through class warfare could the workers rise up and instate a communist utopia. Now go back forward a few decades to Lenin reading that manifesto, and loving it. But publicly admitting you loved Marx and not Russia's big daddy would get you the cruelest punishment imaginable. Ex-O, to Siberia. Enjoy Ex-O, where you'll live with your wife, chill around town, and secretly write socialist newspapers. Hey, that doesn't sound so bad. And your mother-in-law is going to live with you. NOOOOOO!
Once Lenin finished his stint in Siberia, he left Russia for Europe, where he was free to hang out with other Russian Marxists, and talk about how great communism was. Now today, you might hear the word communism, and think of this. But that's not how intellectuals living under a tough, zara's regime saw it. To them, communism promised a land where all were equal, where workers weren't exploited, and even people like you could get a girlfriend.
So Lenin joined a party of Russian communists living in Europe, and he founded a communist newsletter that was smuggled into Russia to try to radicalize the people. However, not everyone in the socialist party agreed with Lenin. In fact, they disagreed with him on a lot of issues, and Lenin was so on-compromising that he caused a split into party. During one conference, a heated debate broke out, and Lenin was unwilling to give an inch. You pig ignorant, half-witted, fatuous morons! Serial is a soup! Listen, Lenin, you're a smart guy, but you have no idea what you're talking about. You're a ratty here. All in favor of serial being a soup? Hey, would you look at that? We're in the majority!
So Lenin set up his own faction within the party, he called, the majority, or Bolshevik if you're speaking Russian. And the other faction became known as the minority, or Menshevik, and oddly. The majority were often in the minority, and the minority in the majority. The Mensheviks were less radical, whereas Lenin wanted the Bolsheviks to be loyal to him and his on-compromising ideas. And if you weren't loyal, well then you're going to get a big, big beat down. Mensheviks worried that Lenin's attitude could lead to a one-man dictatorship. But come on, does this guy look like a dictator to you?
For now, Lenin remained in Europe, writing his socialist newspaper, and impatiently awaiting an opportunity to overthrow the Tsar, and bring communist utopia to Russia. Cool. A free hat. Who the heck are you? I'm definitely not a Russian secret police officer spying on Marxists. Oh crap, I don't want secret police watching me. Then you, my friend. I should use NordVPN. Do you like having your identity stolen? If yes, you need therapy. If no, you need NordVPN. NordVPN has thousands of superfast servers in 62 countries that you can connect to to keep you and your data secure when using the web. It comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee, and is now faster and more secure than ever, with its brand-new NordLinks technology. Have you quarantined binge all of your favorite shows on Netflix? Well, with NordVPN, you can watch the Australian version, or is one of the greatest videos on YouTube still banned in your country? I think you get the point. You can now get NordVPN with 68% off a two-year plan for only 371 per month, plus 1 month free. So click on NordVPN.com, slash over simplify in the description below, and get protected now. That's NordVPN.com, slash over simplify. And as always, you'll be supporting my channel, so muchos arigatos, mompetti po.
Now where was I? Oh yeah. A timid, easily suites are, a massive ill-tempered jerk, impatiently awaiting a communist revolution, and revolution was coming, but not in the way Lenin thought.
Back in St. Petersburg, one of the Tsars' most skilled and influential advisors knew the country finally needed to catch up with the rest of Europe. He nick, we really got to industrialize, get more factories, and make some, I don't know, textiles or something. Hmm, won't that change the social fabric of Russia? Maybe. Hey, isn't it past your bedtime? But I haven't had my milk and snuggles yet. Will you snuggle me? Um, Nicholas thought modernization was boring, but he let Sergei do his thing, and do his thing he did. He borrowed some money, and got Russia some sexy factories. And you know what sexy factories means. Sexy workers. Dirt, poor, sexy workers. Long hours, low wages, filthy disease-ridden factories. Sleep in overcrowded dormitories with all your stinky worker friends. Get your arms ripped off in a freak Russian doll accident. Conditions were terrible.
But this growing working class wasn't about to take it lying down. They started to do what workers do best. Strike. Despite Sergei's efforts, people in Russia still weren't happy. Peasants were still poor, liberals still wanted reform, and now the workers wanted better working conditions. And the problem with being an autocrat is that when everyone's unhappy, there's only one person to blame. You.
The people hate me. What do I do? Ooh, I know. Why don't we find a weak empathetic nation to go to war with? We'll win easily, and everyone will love me again. Why don't we just try treating the people better? As luck would have it, an opportunity for war was forming in the far east. Russia wanted to expand its sphere of influence into Northern China, and coincidentally, so did Japan. But Japan didn't really want war, so they proposed an idea to reduce the tension. Hey, man, will it you do your thing in Manchuria? If you let us do our thing in Korea, I don't think so. We've got the largest army in the world. What do you have? I'm the Emperor of Japan. I have a giant mechisid. Whoa. Cool.
Nicholas and the boys didn't see Japan as a threat, so they felt they could push Japan around. But little did they know, Japan had been rapidly militarizing, and when they launched a surprise attack on a Russian fleet of port Arthur, everyone was shocked. Nicholas hoped it was an opportunity to win a quick war and regain the support of the people. Nobody seriously thought a puny Asian country could defeat a European superpower, and the Russian people were filled with patriotic spunk. Hey, everyone, we're at war with Japan. Hey, everyone. Hey, everyone, we're losing the war. The Japanese won, and embarrassing defeat for Tsar Nicholas.
Russia had enough problems, but now it had been internationally humiliated. The public were outraged. On rest, increased. Nicholas needed snuggles now more than ever. The tension was rising rapidly, and Russia was on the verge of revolution. All it needed was one disaster to push it over the edge, and that disaster would come in January 1905 from an unlikely source.
A handsome orthodox priest named Father Gapan. Father Gapan was leading workers in their families to the Winter Palace, but this wasn't some violent uprising. It was a peaceful protest. They wanted to deliver a petition to Nicholas, which simply asked for more freedom and better working conditions.
The protest was actually so peaceful and respectful that the Marxist thought it was a big waste of time. Hey, Nicholas, some priest is leading a peaceful protest, says here they want to give you a petition. A peaceful petitioning priest? I better get out of here. Nicholas had actually left the Winter Palace days earlier, and in his place they brought in a truckload of troops or to stop Father Gapan from reaching the palace.
Hello, good sir, and long live the Tsar. Please allow me to pass this simple petition to our dear father, Nicholas II. Good day to you too. Please allow us to respond by opening fire. What began as a peaceful protest ended in tragedy. Imperial soldiers opened fire on the crowd. Around 200 civilians died. 800 more were wounded. All they wanted was the opportunity to ask Nicholas to improve their lives. Instead, they were met with bullets.
Nicholas didn't personally order the troops to fire, but as an autocrat, he got the blame. The event became known as Bloody Sunday, and Nicholas' reputation plummeted. Strikes erupted across the empire. Workers' demands increased. Liberals demanded political power. Peasants demanded land. The country was out of control, and the 1905 revolution had begun.
Listen, Nicholas, peasant seizing my land and murdering my family I can tolerate. But illegally chopping my wood, that's obscene. And the worse I treat my workers, the more they strike. I don't get it. Everyone relax. As long as the military is still on my side, there's nothing to worry about. Sir, the sailors are starting to mutiny. Well, my life just sucks. With Russia still losing to the Japanese, unrest was growing in the military, and some sailors had even taken to killing officers. Having the people against you was bad enough, but if the military joined in, it would be game over.
Make matters worse. In October, workers and Marxists, including one Leon Trotsky, began setting up local elected councils, called Soviets, that coordinated strikes, and supplied the workers. Sergei could see the writing on the wall. Things were going south fast, and he needed a big idea to save the czar. And luckily, he had just that.
You see, all these angry people from different parts of society weren't really working together, meaning there was a weakness to exploit. Sergei wrote a manifesto that would give the Liberals an elected assembly called the Duma. He was some convincing, but eventually, Nicholas agreed to share power, and have his laws approved by an elected assembly. Hey Liberals, here's your stupid manifesto. Happy now? We certainly are. But what about these guys? Aren't you going to give them what they want? Oh, goodness no. I was just going to kill them.
With the Liberals satisfied, and after ending the war with Japan, there's our brought thousands of troops home, who then dismantled the Soviets, arrested their leaders, and crushed the peasant uprisings in the countryside. And how about that pesky parliament, Nicholas had agreed to share power with. Well, he then wrote a bunch of new laws, which basically said, Hey, remember that manifesto I wrote? And how you guys were going to approve my laws? Mm-hmm. Slide change a plan. Actually, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want, and you guys are going to shut up. What? The people won't stand for this. People. What? People. You know, this is why people don't like you.
And just like that, Nicholas had survived the 1905 revolution. But wait, a revolution in Russia? Where was Lenin? Well, Lenin and his communist pals were still in exile. He tried desperately to radicalize the uprising, but all he could do was watch, as the movements failed to organize, the liberals sold out the poor, and the Tsar outplayed the people. Furious, he believed Russia had missed a great chance, for a real revolution. From now on, he felt the only way left was an armed revolution by the workers.
Watching the events of 1905 unfold, Lenin learned a lot. The Tsar, however, would prove to have learned nothing. After the 1905 revolution had failed, the Tsar's new top man was Peter Stolopen, and he had big ideas to prevent any more chaos. Step one, reform agriculture. This will make the peasants love you. And step two, we'll kill anyone who doesn't. To discourage any more revolutionary ideas, Stolopen began to crack down even harder on the Tsar's opponents, and thousands were sentenced to death. The news even earned itself a new nickname. Stolopen's neck tie.
I don't get it. Oh, I see, because it goes around my neck. That's so funny. But despite the oppression, many positive reforms were also being made and the Russian economy even began to improve. This was a problem for Lenin. If the people weren't suffering, then they wouldn't support a revolution. Still an exile and lacking funds. The Bolsheviks simply weren't in a position to do anything.
Luckily, it was around this time that Lenin met an incredibly handsome Georgian with your second favorite historical mustache, Joseph Stalin. Lenin and Stalin met at a Communist convention in Finland, and Lenin liked Stalin, because he was a real go-getter, and was great at fundraising for the Bolsheviks. And by fundraising, I mean kidnapping, robbing, extorting, bribing, ransoming, assassinating, prism breaking, stealing, bankrating, executioning, and stealing again. He's Stalin. The Minchiviks aren't so hot in all this stealing, but we still need money. So the next time you do a big heist, just do it quietly. Okay, quietly. Got it. If this isn't quiet, I don't know what it is. Stalin's wacky antics eventually got him exiled to Siberia, but he'd established himself as a big Bolshevik.
However, no amount of Bolshevik bowls could stop what was happening. The Russian economy was making a recovery. For the Tsar, things were looking up. This is great. Olnickolas has to do a sit-back and not mess anything up. Hey everyone, big news. I'd like to introduce you to my new best friend. He's a crazy drunken, beardy, horny, scandal-ridden magic wizardman, and he smells like a goat. We're screwed. Raspbutan.
A dirt poor peasant from dirt poor nowhere. But unlike all the other dirt poor peasants, Raspbutan had holy healing powers, and when this holy mystic wandered into St. Petersburg, people began to notice. He quickly became famous, and word of this mystery man in his healing hands made its way to the royal palace. The appearance of a holy homeless healer was of great interest to the Tsar and his wife. As far as worlds go, they weren't that inbred, but they were just inbred enough for their son Alexei to get hemophilia, or in layman's terms. Mamma mia, that's a lot of blood. Knowing Raspbutan could heal people.
In 1906, Alexander asked for Raspbutan to come and see if he could cure their son. And crazy as it sounds, Raspbutan did heal Alexei, possibly by taking him off his doctor prescribed aspirin. Having seemingly done the impossible, Raspbutan became very, very close to the royal family. But having a crazy homeless wizard man hanging around wasn't a good look for the Tsar, because Raspbutan was freaky. Not only was he a big fan of alcohol, but he'd also throw these crazy parties with Russian ability, where he'd be. and all night long, and then he'd be. his whole head. not a guy's. and nobody knew how the goat got on the roof. Initially, the press were banned from talking about Raspbutan. But eventually, the ban was lifted, and the tabloids went to town. The whole thing was a huge scandal, and everyone was freaked out that this guy was influencing Tsar and his wife.
Nicholas could have spent this period of relative peace improving his image. Instead, he spent it doing this. But as weird as the whole Raspbutan thing was, so long as the economy continued to improve, and the people's lives kept getting better, maybe Nick would be okay. Maybe there would be no more revolutions. Maybe this video could even end right here. Or maybe things were about to get worse. A lot worse. You see, the year is 1914, and that means it's time for World War I. One.