Mikhail Gorbachev is dead. Some fools, the same kind of fools who like dealing with Iran, are lauding him this morning. Gorby was no revolutionary, he was no big thinker. He was a mediocre product of a terrible system who saw the train had broken down but whose solution was to get out and push. Which is better than shooting the engineers, I guess. After a few early reforms, Gorbachev was convinced of his own saviorhood and took to lecturing the Politburo, his associates and everyone else around him.
By the 1980s nobody in the USSR believed that commie crap anymore. The Chernobyl disaster was the beginning of the end of the USSR, even Gorby said so. The credit for the destruction of the USSR goes to the drunkard Boris Yeltsin, who stopped off at Randall's Discount Grocery on the way to the airport and couldn't believe his eyes. From that moment on the President of the Russian Socialist Federated Soviet Republic resolved to destroy the USSR and especially Gorbachev. And so he did.
To put it another way, Gorbachev does not impress us.
For those interested, here's the Gorbachev era baseball classic, The Comrades of Summer. 'Manuel says...' Which is a great joke.
We've been looking at The Final Storm Today.
Pointless nostalgia alert: 30 years ago today a very terrified 19-year-old went off to Wesley College in Dover Delaware. He'd never been away from home for more than a week. Momentous changes were coming, little did he know. In just 18 months or so he'd meet this 17-year-old local girl....Wesley College no longer exists, having sold out to crosstown rival Del State, an HBC. Tomorrow we'll write up some musings on Wesley and maybe even Wesley Will.
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