St George escorts Boris Yeltsin to his reward

Boris Yeltsin, 1st President of the Russian Federation, passed today, on St. George's Day, reportedly of a heart attack. I find it no coincidence.... no, not as a conspiracy theory, but rather, one of those occasional universal justices that acknowledge the great significance of a man. No matter what mistakes President Yeltsin made, and they were many, in the implementation of post Communist "democracy" in the Russian Federation, he deserves an enormous amount of credit as a real father of democracy and over-thrower of tyranny. (I am also fond of Gorbachev, who was the last President of the Soviet Union and who also deserves enormous credit for bravely steering the Soviet Union toward some freedom. I remember seeing Gorbachev in a motorcade driving by my office in NYC and I thought, there is a brave man who will at last usher in freedom in the Soviet Union.) Today though I want to heap praise on the memory and man of Boris Yeltsin.

Boris Yeltsin is the answer to everyone who thinks about a politician "Wow, I could do a better job." Could you? Would you? He had to ride a tank, and two years later, send actual firing tanks, and not as a publicity stunt for USA media, but to fight those who still supported Godless Communism (and there is no other type is there? Though I have great hopes for China's conversion!) I think he had the most dangerous job in the world... he who was born a peasant, worked in construction, joined the Party, came to the attention of Gorbachev. He didn't get to read the Harvard Business Review, or have a Big Five consultant team guide him and his country from the chains of Communism and freedom. He had morals, he had nerve, he had his family, he had ingenuity, and yes some bottles of vodka... and he did what many of us despaired of ever seeing. And he deserves a lot of praise, and prayers for his salvation. He opened the door back up for the Church in Russia, and that should never be forgotten. And so I think it's just fine that he passed on, perhaps on the coattails, of the great St George.