[ WP ] Stalin begins his reign as a dictator by inventing and perfecting DJing , and instead of the communist party , he forms the dance party , creating the world 's first Dance-and-DJ-ocracy .

He chomped on the end of his pipe, remembering his bastard father monkeying around with the accordion in that indistinct, Georgian summer. As with every time that damned thing had come out of its box, the old bitch-son had got drunk and beaten him. To this day, he could not stand the accordion. 
 
 `` Uh... Marshall?'' 
 
 Stalin furrowed his brow at Voroshiliov. Even.when remembering his father, he hated to have his reveries interrupted. He returned his eyes to the papers on the table. 
 
 `` As we were saying,'' continued Klim Vorishilov, casting worried glances around the room, `` these designs have come to us from military scientists captured in Berlin. It..'' 
 
 `` What need have we of German music technology, Comrade Vorishilov?'' 
 
 The defence comissae shuddered. Stalin somehow made the word'comrade' seem like an insult. 
 
 `` That is, I should say, Comrade Beria wanted them brought to our attention...'' 
 
 He wave his hand at Lavrenti Beria; chief of the secret police, and the knife-tip in the back of all the military scientists at work on the secretive Bass Drop programme. Beria - knowing he could turn the tables on Vorishilov - oozed confidence. 
 
 `` Hitler's men might have been lunatics, Marshall, but they are *useful* lunatics. Their fondness for polka makes for interesting applications...'' 
 
 *Polka*. Stalin could remember the tails of polka; of whole buildings levelled by riotous Germanic beats during the battle of Stalingrad, while Red Army remnants had done their best to push back with mournful, choral singing. 
 
 Polka had brought the Nazis to the gates of Leningrad. Polka had seen them push to the oil fields of the Caucasus. Polka had seized hundreds of thousands of good Russian troops and sent them on forced marches. 
 
 He could remember the plaintive offerings made at Tehran. The Americans were too wrapped in jazz, which they could safely deliver from across the Atlantic. Churchill insisted on organs and Elgar - British war-organs had only just stopped the Axis planes from winning the Channel. 
 
 But no - Stalin had remembered something different. Had remembered Lenin's fire and zeal in the early days of the Dance Dance Revolution, when he had urged the masses to continue to push against the decadent reformists in the government; to demand only the purest digital breakdowns and basslines; to accept only those beats which were available to all the masses; not just the petty landowners and the masters of the industrial combines. 
 
 ( *Will continue when I can! * )
