The Hungarian Guide to Weaponized Curiosity
In 1956, a Hungarian journalist named Miklós Vásárhelyi did something so balls-to-the-wall insane that it makes today's keyboard 'rebel journalists' look more like soggy sponges on the summer pavement. Imagine Soviet tanks literally grinding through Budapest like the opening scene of Red Dawn, except nobody's yelling "WOLVERINES!" because they're all too busy getting dragged into windowless vans for surprise cavity searches in basements. So what did Miklós do, being the Hungarian government press chief? Did he grab an AK-47 and start cosplaying Rambo? Did he build pipe bombs in his garage? Did he stand his ground like the Tiananmen guy? Nope. ... [keep reading...]