The Moscow Times is reporting, just now:
Former President Boris Yeltsin died of heart failure in a Kremlin hospital on Monday. He was 76.
The Kremlin’s top doctor, Sergei Mironov, said Yeltsin died at 3:45 p.m. at the Central Clinical Hospital in Moscow.
“He died as a result of progressive cardiovascular and multiple organ failures,” Mironov told reporters.
Now, I’ve been called harsh on the occasion of the deaths of some, but I don’t hold a candle to the amount of Vitriol coming from Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi:
Boris Yeltsin was always good for a laugh, which is probably why on the occasion of his death people outside of Russia are not calling him words like scum and monster, but instead recalling him fondly, with a smile, as one would a retarded nephew who could always be counted on to pull his pants down at Thanksgiving dinner.
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Like most people who lived in Russia during the 1990s — and Russia was my home throughout Yeltsin’s entire reign as Russian president — I have a wide variety of fond memories of the Motherland’s drunken, bloblike train wreck of a revolutionary leader. My favorite came in 1995, at a press conference in Moscow, when a couple of American reporters perfectly captured the essence of Yeltsin by heckling him as he stumbled into the room. As he burst through the side entrance with that taillight-red face of his, hands wobbling in front of him in tactile search of the podium, the two hacks in the back called out: “Nor-r-r-r-r-r-m!” Such a perfect moment, I almost died laughing. Boris Nikolayevich, of course, was too wasted to hear the commotion at the back of the room.
Boris Yeltsin probably had more obituaries ready in the world’s editorial cans than any chronically-ill famous person in history. He has been dying for at least twenty consecutive years now — although he only started dying physically about ten years ago, he has been dying in a moral sense since at least the mid-Eighties. Of course, spiritually speaking, he’s been dead practically since birth.
And that ain’t the half of it. Of course, he’s the the guy puking on “The Smirking Chimp”... (I won’t call it writing)… where the order of the day is a blinding hatred toward anything to the right of Fidel Castro. His main complaint as regards Hillary Clinton, for example, seems to be that she’s not socialist enough.
Since the far left is quite experienced with generation of this level of vitriol, perhaps we have an explanation for why so much of it gets applied to Yeltsin. It’s a habit more than anything else. And, therefore, is not to be taken seriously.
His main complaint about Yeltsin, appears to be that Yeltsin gave socialism a bad name. Which is, of course, inaccurate; it had a bad name long before either he or Yeltsin showed up. Though I must say, both of them seem to be doing a fair job of maintaining that bad name.
Don’t misunderstand me, here. That Yeltsin was a pig, is beyond question.
However I if you as being equally beyond question that Taibbi is too much of an idiot to understand that the kind of government he promotes as a matter of routine leads to precisely that kind of individual having nearly unlimited power. if he ever manages to put that together the spinning resulting from his cognitive dissonance will be a natural power source that will solve our energy issues… assuming we can harness it.
you see, the difference between myself and Taibbi, is that when I say a person is a socialist, saying they are a pig is an exercise in repetition, whereas Taibbi apparently thinks that a socialist who is a pig is a rarity.
Perhaps he’s just never read “Animal Farm”.
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