Alexander Solzhenitsyn, RIP
Not that I usually post about the deaths of Russian literary giants, but I will make a rare exception in the case of the great Alexander Solzhenitsyn, who died this week. He wrote the novel One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich that happened to steer me into the rabid commie/politician hating conservative that I am today, so I own him (and my father) a lot of respect for such a great gift. You can thank (or curse) them both for my rantings and ravings as well.
I highly recommend to anyone that they read some of his works about the “fun side” of socialism/communism and their cool winter labor camps known affectionately by Stalin as gulags. The next time you long for your government to grow and take care of you and your children, just think of Ivan Denisovich. If you think John McCain endured intense pain for his country, wait until you read Denisovich. At least in McCain’s case it was his enemy—not his own government—that inflicted it upon him.
Rest in peace comrade Ivan, rest in peace.