Thread: Fidel Castro dies (Okay, you may smile just a little!)

Fidel Castro dies (Okay, you may smile just a little!)


By Daren Jonescu

Fidel Castro – the pop icon of bloodthirsty killers, drowner of desperate would-be escapees from his panacea of socialized medicine, and all-around authoritarian power-mongering cigar aficionado – has finally gone to meet his...well, no one. Worms. Decay. The slow rot that eats away whatever is left of a crotchety, worthless hull of a pseudo-man who hated human freedom as much as a sane, healthy man loves it.

May he rest wherever history tosses his carcass.

This sad passing will of course be a great photo opportunity for his fans and admirers among the progressive political elite, their handmaidens in the artistic class, and their fat slob deadbeat brothers – Barack Obama and Justin Trudeau, Oliver Stone and Steven Spielberg, and Michael Moore, respectively.

In the meantime, in honor of his passing – and if ever a passing deserved to be honored, it's this one – I would like to quote poet Ricardo Pau-Llosa, who fled to Florida with his parents in 1960 and writes often about the experience of Cubans living in exile. And yes, "exile" is the only correct word for it: the fate of men who wished to remain men and were therefore left no choice but to leave their homeland, or die trying, in rebellion against the inhuman schemes of Castro, his inveterate Stalinist thug cohort Che Guevara, and the rest of his communist insects, history's most theoretically rationalized punks.

Once they were men fully because they belonged,

And everywhere they looked and chatted and sipped

a bit of coffee, whisked away a fly with a wrist

or jolted a newspaper readably straight,

or flirted, or worried about the world and where

the damn country was going as a trolley rolled

and curtains dipped and bulged breast-like

and hid again in the proper window. They were

home and citizens of it and dared and loved

and were decent and stole and killed and loved again.

They were home.

(From "For the Cuban Dead," by Ricardo Pau-Llosa)

They were home, and then they were exiled. Or imprisoned. Or devoured by sharks they dared to face rather than live as un-men. They are almost all dead now, and during their final years they had to watch the West's political and academic class fawning over Castro's "idealism." They had to watch a million peace-loving university students donning T-shirts emblazoned with the gun-crazy Guevara's mug, as though he were a movie star rather than a psychopath. They had to watch bootlicking leftist millionaires from the talented class (Spielberg, Sean Penn, et al.) to the remedial class (Moore) playing footsie with a communism that would decimate their lives in five seconds if they actually had to live it, rather than preach it to their alleged inferiors, the great unwashed.

The Cubans in exile have died, or are dying, as the world's progressives "mourn the loss" of their fellow sociopath, who used a bad government as an excuse to impose brutal totalitarianism.

And now the cause of those men's exile, Fidel Castro, has returned from his own long exile back to his true home. For he was never a man of this human world. He rose to destructive, strangling power from the shadows of death and nothingness. And to those shadows, at last, he has receded again.

So while his fans and acolytes among our own velvet-gloved thugs, the masters of our twisted universe of (what they call) "democracy" and "progress," lament the loss of their great spiritual leader, the rest of us owe a moment's thought to the country he destroyed, and the people he left in permanent exile, or worse. From Pau-Llosa's poem again:

There is no enough in exile. Not enough anger,

and the blanket of safety always leaves the feet bare.

Let's ward off anger at last, then, by joining all Cubans in a happy toast: "¡Adiós, Fidel!"



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Each and every day of our lives, we need to thank the Great Providence of our nation, our founders, our Constitution, our courts, our ancestors, our parents, and yes to a little degree ourselves for the privilege of this nation. No, we are not perfect, and we have a long road to go, we've gotten off track, we've allowed foreign influence to alter our course and change our destiny. But, but unlike what's not possible in so many other countries but is possible here in the United States, we have the freedom to speak up and out, to stand up for what we need and grab the brass ring when it presents itself, as it did in 2016 with the emergence of Donald J Trump as a candidate for President. In response, there were enough Americans in enough States who still have what it takes to elect him the 45th President of the United States to Make America Great Again.

God bless you Trump Supporters. because you have saved our nation without firing a shot. And these days, that's an achievement worth noting.

And Jill Stein and Elizabeth Warren get an irreversible case of laryngitis.