The Guardian In Rare Form
If you're among the many who find the UK Guardian an outrage to all that's sacred, here's some more fuel for that fire—it's the paper that doesn't even speak well of the dead. From today's anti-obit of late Serbian Prime Minister Zoran Djindjic:
But it wasn't just state assets that Djindjic was under orders to sell. Milosevic had to go too, for a promised $100m, even if it effectively meant kidnapping him in contravention of Yugoslav law, and sending him by RAF jet to a US-financed show trial at the Hague. When a man has sold his country's assets, its ex-president and his main political rivals, what else is there to sell? Only the country itself. And in January this year Djindjic did just that. Despite the opposition of most of its citizens, the "heralder of democracy" followed the requirements of the "international community" and after 74 years the name of Yugoslavia disappeared off the political map. The strategic goal of its replacement with a series of weak and divided protectorates had finally been achieved.
I'll leave the rebuttal to somebody who actually knows something about Serbian politics. (It depresses me that after more than a decade of following the breakup of Yugoslavia with dutiful if never enthusiastic attention, I know probably 3.2% more about the situation now than I did in 1991.) Anyway, the article (subtly titled "The quisling of Belgrade") is offensive, but as a fan of the lost art of thug obituary, I've got mixed feelings.
