As we watched the “crawling news” on CNN yesterday, my husband remarked that Cuba was reacting to this situation like the kid on the outside of the street fight throwing empty cans in to anger the fighters.
I see Castro has put his army on high alert. And that he opposes “terrorism AND the war on terrorism”
Way to take a stand, nutstick. We get the picture. You hate everything…you’re really mad, you’re really tough. Cuba’s a force to be reckoned with…EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE IMMEDIATE SITUATION. Please give me a break and shut up Cuba. Shut up shut up shut up.
That should really read ‘Fidel’ and not ‘Cuba’. It isn’t like Cuba’s a democracy.
And, yeah, how old is he, and how much longer can he live? He’s been in power for 42 years, after all.
What amazes me is the attention we do lavish on Cuba - we pay far more attention to it, in terms of sanctions, and embargoes, and such, than ten Cubas could possibly rate.
So we sure act like we’re listening. Why shouldn’t Fidel think we really are listening?
Castro is 75, there’s an article (from the LA Times, 15 July 2001) cached in google about his health and the potential transitions when he finally dies.
“Rumors about Castro’s health abound. Although he is still capable of delivering his signature seven-hour speeches, his hands shake occasionally. His voice is sometimes tremulous, and his train of thought occasionally gets derailed.”
[grumpy old man Castro voice]
“You new revolutionaries. You don’t know nothin’. Back in MY day, we didn’t drive around in now fancy new-fangled Edsels and Studebakers. We rode donkeys, and we LIKED it.”
[/grumpy old man Castro voice]
Think about it though. I don’t remember the name of the Cary Grant/Doris Day movie where he whisks the young virginal flower to Havanna to have his way with her. She keeps getting the hives or some sort of chicken pox type thing. The hotels, the same. The cars, the same.
Humorous aside: My dear departed father looked exactly like Fidel Castro. One time in the early 60s, both my parents were singing in an opera production at the White House, and when arriving for a rehearsal one day, my father walked up to the gate wearing an old Army jacket, smoking a cigar, and when asked for his name by the guard, replied, “Fidel Castro.” The guard was Not Amused.
Y’know, I can imagine Castro’s head in a jar, a la Futurama, still spouting invective as outlives his fiftieth president. I’m just wondering how he’s going to have a cigar.
I agree that Cuba should shut the hell up. Hasn’t said anything remotely worthwhile since that “Show me the money!” catchphrase in Jerry Maguire.
Don’t know who this Fidel is. Was he the one who played Renee Zellweger’s little bastard offspring?
