However, what I don’t have right now is time. This is our last weekend in the house, and next week is Moving Day; packing on Wednesday, loading on Thursday, and the shift from one property to another on Friday. I’m afraid that leaves no time for the research necessary to do a full-length post.
Still, the opportunity for a juicy field trip presents itself. The last one we did was a thoroughgoing success; although I worried my own traffic would drop because I was sending everyone to another site, it didn’t slump noticeably. The one improvement I would ask this time is that visitors try to leave a comment on the blog that we are going to visit. Especially this one; the level of commentary, at least at present, is far above “looks like the FSB must have stumbled across some money hidden in the cellar, because there are lots of paid trolls out today”, although it is strongly adversarial. I enjoy comments and discussion here, of course, but one of my main aims in dreaming up the field trip concept was the fantasy of unleashing some of the powerful intellects who regularly comment here against subjects I felt deserved a good whipping.
Without further ado, then, let’s go visit Vladimir Kara-Murza. Mr. Kara-Murza interests me; he is plainly a white-ribbonist liberal with deep sympathies for the opposition, as was his father before him. However, he appears extremely intelligent and sensitive: his written English is remarkably good, and he actually got into a fairly blunt argument with La Russophobe in an earlier post, in which he brusquely brushed off her insults against Russians with a spirited defense of “his country”; he seems a patriot according to his own lights, although I of course believe he is overlooking real progress in Russia in favour of a pie-in-the-sky vision of liberal utopianism, in which the much-admired western nations he admires as models would be altruistic friends rather than exploitative partners.
This particular bit features an adulatory look at the recently-toes-up Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher, as a perceptive and visionary leader who knew just what would fix Russia. This, by extension, extolls the Russian leaders she intuitively saw as being those with whom England could do business – Mikhail Gorbachev, and Boris Yeltsin. Somewhere toward the middle, it goes into a queer little novelette about the “Economic Miracle of Nizhny Novgorod”, as delivered by that sexy Slavic dreamboat, Boris Nemtsov Of The Curly Mane.
It’s going to be fun. Join me, won’t you?