History as Resurrection This text reactivates the unique method of Jules Michelet: History conceived not as a cold narration, but as a carnal « resurrection. » With his physiological style—made of blood, nerves, and breathless rhythms—Michelet does not merely describe the crisis of 2025; he dissects it alive. He opposes organic « Life » (martyred Ukraine, the incarnation of the People) to the deadly « Machine » (the Trump-Putin axis).
Russia is depicted as the empire of the « Void » and the Lie, a soulless façade of ice, while Trump’s America becomes the « Sabbath » of ruling money, an orgy of vulgarity. Through violent metaphors (the Vampire, the Mire, Sleepwalking), this pastiche restores to geopolitics its dimension of a cosmic drama between Light and Darkness, summoning Europe to wake from its stupor before the final night.
Or The Sabbath of Tyrants Against the Resurrection of Peoples
Table of Contents
Preface: The Historian is a Judge of Inquiry
I have spent my life drinking the black blood of archives to restore life to extinguished centuries. I believed that Progress was the meaning of history, that the « Great Light » of ’89 would eventually devour the darkness. I was wrong. History is not a straight line; it is a ring of fire.
I return today, not to recount the past, but to instruct the trial of the present. For what I see is not politics, it is witchcraft. It is the return of the Middle Ages, but a Middle Ages without faith, a Middle Ages of machines and money. I see the « Lie » enthroned in the Kremlin and the « Vampire » reigning in the White House.
Here is the report from my eyes, burned by your cold screens.
Book I: The Empire of the Void (Russia)
I. The Lie Incarnate
I wrote long ago: « Everything in Russia is illusion and lies. »[01][02] I thought I had said it all. I had seen nothing. What Putin has built is not a State, it is a negation.
Look at that palace on the Black Sea! That marble, that gold, that opulence that induces nausea. One believes it is power? No! It is a void. It is the « façade » painted on a graveyard. The Tsar is not a man, he is a wax mask placed upon a skull. He is afraid. He lives underground, like rats, like « things » that fear the sun.
He has made his people into an automaton. He has removed the Russian soul to put Fear in its place. It is no longer a nation; it is a regiment of sleepwalkers marching toward the abyss while singing dead hymns. The « Lie » has become their daily bread, their air, their blood. They kill their brothers in Ukraine and say: « It is love. » They bomb maternity wards and say: « There is no one there. » It is the triumph of the Jesuit, the diabolical inversion of the Word.[03]
II. Ice and Blood
Russia is the North. It is Ice. It does not live; it preserves. It wants to freeze Europe, freeze History, freeze Hope. Facing it, Ukraine. Ah! Ukraine! It is the « Poland » of your century, it is the « Christ of Nations » climbed back upon the cross.[04] I see her women, those sublime « Witches » who defend the hearth against the Ogre. I see her soldiers in the mud of Mariupol, who are the true heirs of our soldiers of the Year II. The Tsar wants to drink this warm blood to warm himself, he who is cold as death. It is the old myth of the Vampire: the decrepit old man who sucks the youth to last one more day.
Book II: The Prince of the Sabbath (Trump’s America)
III. The Feudalism of Gold
If Russia is the « Lie, » Trump’s America is the « Sabbath. »
I denounced all my life the « Industrial Feudalism, » those barons of the bank who treat men like coal.[05] But Trump! Trump is the final monster of this brood. He is not a king; he is a « broker » of souls. He has transformed the Republic into a casino where the dice are loaded.
Look at him at Mar-a-Lago. It is the « Black Mass » of money. One sees Vice arm in arm with the Bible. One sees obese billionaires and skinny fanatics dancing around the Golden Calf. Trump is the sorcerer of this fair. He sells everything: the law, the woman, the ally, the state secret. He has taken the Statue of Liberty and put it up for auction: « Who bids the most? Putin? The Saudis? Sold! »
IV. The Unnatural Mating
The most frightening thing is the alliance. The mating of Ice (Putin) and Slime (Trump). The Tyrant and the Salesman. They understand each other. They have the same hatred of « Life »—that is to say, of liberty, of nature, of truth. They want a « mechanical » world. A world where one is no longer a citizen, but a slave or a consumer. A world without « Right, » where the only law is that of the strongest or the richest. It is the return to barbarism, but a technological barbarism, an air-conditioned barbarism.[06]
Book III: The Passion of Europe (The Sleepwalking)
V. The Dead Souls of the West
And Europe? My poor Europe? She sleeps. She is afflicted with that disease I called « enervation. » She is afraid to suffer, so she prefers not to live. She watches the massacre of Ukraine like a spectator watches a play, while eating. Your leaders? Shadows. They go to Washington to be humiliated; they go to « kiss the slipper » of the new Pope of Hate. They tremble for their gas, for their cars, for their comfort. They have forgotten that Liberty is paid for with iron, not with checks.
« Cowardice »! That is the great evil. We let the Just die at our gates. We discuss, we weigh, we calculate. But blood, it does not calculate! It flows! It accuses! Every drop of Ukrainian blood that falls is a stain on the face of Europe. You think you buy peace by delivering the victim? You will have neither peace nor honor. You will have the contempt of the Tyrant and the curse of History.[07]
Conclusion: Resurrection or Death
I end with a cry. History is not finished. It is only beginning. The duel is engaged between the « Machine » (Putin, Trump, Money) and « Life » (Peoples, Justice, Nature). Do not believe that evil is strong. Evil is hollow. Putin is a phantom; Trump is a golden soap bubble. Only one thing can break them: the Awakening. If the People rise, if conscience reclaims its rights, if one dares to say « No » to the Lie, then the machine will jam. But if you stay in bed, if you accept that Truth is an opinion and Justice is a commodity, then prepare your shrouds. The Night will be long, and there will be no one left to write your history.
Jules Michelet From the depths of History, this 28th of November, 2025.
Sources
[01] Jules Michelet : Légendes Démocratiques du Nord (Citation sur l’illusion russe).
[02] Brill : Michelet et la périphérie européenne (Analyse de sa vision de la Russie).
[03] OpenEdition : Michelet et la Pologne (Le « Christ des Nations »).
[04] Larousse : La Pologne Christ des nations (Contexte historique)
[05] Gallica : Le Peuple (Critique de la féodalité industrielle).
[06] The Guardian : Trump’s peace plan and betrayal of Ukraine.
[07] Chatham House : Trump threatens NATO: Is it time for Europe to get its act together?
[08] Le Monde du 24.11.2025 et European-Security : « The Witkoff / Dmitriev Peace Plan: Stupidity or High Treason?» — (2025-1127).
Decryption:
Since Donald Trump’s return to the White House, the world has changed faster than in the last twenty years. The Law of the Strongest has replaced the Rule of Law. The West, which believed itself safe for eighty years under the American nuclear umbrella, discovers that Trump wants to discard allies he deems burdensome, whose only value in his eyes is their capacity to be racketeered. As noted by Françoise Thom,[08] the joint exploitation of the European Union has become the primary motivation of both Moscow and Washington. Facing this unnatural alliance, perceived as a true betrayal, our political leaders remain silent, paralyzed by the fear of irritating a volatile President capable of anything. We endure the daily repetition of his delusional self-praise.
One certainty remains: Putin’s Russia and Trump’s America share a common goal—to enslave Europe to better exploit it together. The former to pillage it to fund modernization, the latter to racketeer it without shame. To understand this regression to a darker era, we have summoned the giants of the past for a spiritual autopsy of the present.
First, Chateaubriand, whose voice from beyond the grave gazes upon the ruins of a civilization corroded by mercantilism and vulgarity. Then Michelet, whose republican mysticism and breathless rhythm resurrect the Ukrainian martyr against the biological « lie » of Russian autocracy. Next, Victor Hugo, wielding the alexandrine like a sword to strike down the « Golden Calf » and modern tyrants. Finally, General de Gaulle, whose haughty grandeur scans history with military coldness to judge today’s « mediocrity » and « vassalage. » Here is a new reading grid for a reality that has lost its bearings.
