It’s a Communist state! Communist? Hello?
“I am leaving Cuba most disappointed and perplexed,” said former New Mexico Governor and recent Democratic diplomatic troubleshooter Bill Richardson from Havana’s Hotel Nacional last week. “After one week (in Cuba) I have exhausted all possibilities to visit Alan Gross. I have tried all channels. All I asked was a simple humanitarian gesture. And it was denied.”
Alan Gross is a U.S. citizens and a contractor for USAID jailed in Cuba since December 3rd, 2009. His crime was bringing cell-phone and internet equipment into Castro’s fiefdom to help Cuba’s tiny Jewish community communicate more freely with the outside world. For the record: pre-Castro Cuba boasted more phones and TVs per capita than most European countries. Today Castro’s fiefdom has fewer internet users per-capita than Uganda and fewer cell-phones than Papua New Guinea. The Stalinist regime is very vigilant in these matters. [Yeah, but that literacy rate, baby! Nothing to read, but everybody can. Ed.]
According to the AP: “The case has crippled attempts to improve relations between Washington and Havana, and destroyed what had been a warm relationship between Richardson and Cuban leaders.”
Last Tuesday President Obama told reporters: “Anything to get Mr. Gross free we will support, although Mr. Richardson does not represent the U.S. government in his actions there.” Then whoops!–the New York Times (no less!) reported that in fact Richardson would offer to remove Cuba from the U.S. State Department’s list of State-Sponsors of Terrorism. U.S. “tourists” do not generally carry such authority.
Except for the poor guy and the poor Cuban Jews, good. Wasn’t Richardson one of the first defectors from the Clinton camp in the 2008 campaign? Wasn’t his treachery the most heinous? How fitting that the Fredo of the Clinton family gets his comeuppance in Cuba. (G’father II fans will understand.) Snakes of a feather flock together.
Lest ye forget who Castro is:
“Kneel and beg for your life!” Castro’s executioners taunted the bound and helpless William Morgan as he glowered at Castro’s firing squad in April 1961. Morgan was an AWOL GI with creditors and ex-wives on his tail who fled to Cuba and wound up a Comandante in Castro’s Rebel army in 1959. He also soured on the Revolution when the unmistakably Red pattern emerged. Castro heard about Morgan’s discomfiture through spies and promptly arrested him. Within weeks he was in front of a firing squad.
“I kneel for no man!” Morgan snarled back, according to eye witness John Martino in his book, I Was Castro’s Prisoner.
“Very well, Meester Weel-yam Morgan,” replied his executioners, who were aiming low, on purpose – “FUEGO!”
The first volley shattered Morgan’s knees. He collapsed snarling and writhing. “See, Meester Morgan?” giggled a voice from above. “We made you kneel, didn’t we?” Over the next few minutes as he lay writhing, four more bullets slammed into Morgan, all very carefully aimed to miss vitals. Finally an executioner walked up and blasted his skull to pieces with a .45.
Che Guevara had a wall torn out of his 2nd story office in Havana’s La Cabana prison and execution yard office to better watch and coach his beloved firing squads. Though he was technically Cuba’s “Minister of Industries” at the time, many former La Cabana prisoners say he was the one giggling and mocking Morgan during his last minutes alive.
I wonder how much money I could make marketing a t-shirt of Che’s iconic visage about to tuck into a plate of steaming dog faeces?