[The story was set in the wake of Nixon/Kissinger’s “Détente” and in the final days of
Jimmy Carter’s “Peace Through Capitulation” when the Soviet Empire was still conquering and enslaving a new nation somewhere in the world, on average, every 287 days. This account was only circulated privately among friends, and never officially published while Reagan lived. Nancy will probably take it to her grave. ~ Ed.]
In December, 1980, newly elected but not yet inaugurated President, Ronald Reagan was invited to Moscow to meet unofficially (and eventually) with Gorbachev after he and Nancy were given a guided tour of the city and environs.
At that time every inch of the Soviet Union was as saturated with Marxist propaganda as the Democratic Party is today and Ron and Nancy’s tour guide, a man named Rudolf Filipov (remember that name), dispensed the Party line like a fountain. He began the tour (which was to span two days) by announcing that it “never rained” in the Soviet Union(!)
Every hint of “Xmas” decoration in the city was a celebration of the Communist People’s Paradise.
The guide happily drove the Reagans to the site where a Communist inventor had “developed the first steam engine.” Then they were shown the place where Communists, working together, had developed “the first gasoline-powered automobile,” and later, where their scientists had “invented electricity.”
Ron had expected all this, but, somewhat to his surprise, Nancy Reagan just steamed (silently) at every lie. She mostly kept it to herself. But on the second day after they journeyed to the field where a pair of Russian brothers had successfully “flown the first plane manned by a human being,” even while Mr. Filipov lectured on the greatness of the Communist invention of flight, it began raining and Nancy could contain no longer.
She began by interrupting their Marxist lecture, in an ordinary, audible, speaking voice, “It’s raining.”
The guide, of course ignored her. But after he went on a bit longer, the raindrops increasing, she pointed out, quite loudly, the thing he said never happened in the Soviet Union: “It’s raining!”
There was an uncomfortable silence before he continued, again, ignoring her. Ron knew he was only doing what was required of him. His wife didn’t care.
Nancy Reagan would not be denied. For her next interruption, she was almost shouting.
Recognizing that an unfortunate incident was occurring, the Gipper stepped in deftly. Here the greatest President of the last hundred years, the man who, over the next eight years, would effectively dismantle the Soviet expansionist war empire, spoke the soft words that ended the conflict… but this time they were to his wife:
Rudolf the Red knows rain, dear.