“On New Year’s Eve, I boarded the train to Moscow with an interim stop in Leningrad’s (St. Petersburg) Finland Station. It was the same route Lenin had taken in 1917 when he returned to Russia to take over the revolution. It was on my mind because I had read Edmund Wilson’s marvelous book To the Finland Station. When we came to the Russian border, another isolated outpost, I met my first real live Communist, a pudgy, cherubic-looking guard.”
Bill Clinton, from his book My Life, p. 167 (note: actually, Clinton met his “first real live communist” at Oxford; that “first real live communist” was his friend Jan Kopold)
Pardon me while I go get sick. These people (Clintons) are the WORST excuses for human beings...