Nikita Khrushchev

Today would have been Nikita Khrushchev's 111th birthday.
You can talk about your Osama Bin Laden's, your Saddam Hussein's, and your George W's all you want, but to a kid growing up in the late fifties and early sixties Nikita Khrushchev was the devil incarnate.
Every time you looked at a newspaper or turned on the television news ...
Nikita Khrushchev was doing this.
Nikita Khrushchev was doing that.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to do this.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to do that.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us.
Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us, that's what scared the everloving shit out of me, and the media made it clear that Nikita Khrushchev was going to bury us under a hail of nuclear weapons.
I never realized that there were kids the same age as I in the Soviet Union who had the same nightmares about Dwight D. Eisenhower and John F. Kennedy.
I never realized that the United States was the only power that had ever used a nuclear weapon on another people.
I never realized how the media loved to play things up.
The only thing I realized was that Nikita Khrushchev was the devil, and he was going to bury us.

Nikita Khrushchev is gone.
The Soviet Union is gone.
About ten American presidents have come and gone.
The media is still there, bigger and more powerful than ever.
And there are still a shitload of little kids here, there, and everywhere, who are listening.