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What Tucker Carlson Saw in Moscow

He never quite says what precisely he thinks Russia gets right.
Source: TC Shorts

Tucker Carlson went to Moscow last week and had an absolute blast. He rode the subway and marveled at its clean cars, the fancy tilework in Kievskaya Station, and the lack of booze-drenched hobos. He went to a grocery store and was astonished by what ordinary people could apparently buy. He even managed to meet a local history buff and sit down for tea and conversation. Carlson, who had never previously visited Moscow, declared himself “radicalized” against America’s leaders by the experience. He didn’t want to live in Moscow, but he did want to know why we in America have to put up with street crime and crappy food when the supposedly bankrupt Russia provided such a nice life for its people, or at least those people not named Alexei Navalny.

My former colleague Ralph Waldo Emerson called travel a “fool’s paradise,” but not all forms of foolishness are’s Jonah Goldberg tweeted. “Russia is far, far poorer than our poorest state, Mississippi.” ’s Joe Weisenthal suggested that Carlson instead visit the grocery stores of the “10th or 50th” richest Russian cities, and see how they compare with America’s.

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