I got the joyful news that Cuba’s Fidel Castro has finally kicked the bucket on Saturday morning when I woke up. In my mind, I could hear thousands upon thousands of Cubans rejoicing that the savage despot has finally checked out for good. Cuban exiles in Miami celebrated by marching in the streets, chanting, banging pots and pans, honking, playing salsa music, and waving Cuban flags. They knew and understood that they would never be free under Castro’s brutal communist regime. They fled the island for freedom.
Cuban exiles arrived much like my family did, not knowing the language, with no real assets, and no money in their pockets. And from their poverty they rose to become community leaders, millionaires, business owners, and real contributors to American society – things they couldn’t accomplish in Castro’s Cuba, despite Castro’s lofty promises to share wealth among all Latin American people. What the Cubans faced was empty store shelves, quality medical care only available to the elite and foreign visitors with dollars to drop, and an authoritarian lack of privacy and basic freedoms.
lefties idiots are mourning this vicious piece of rat dung as if he was some kind of hero of the people – a “hero” who locked up dissidents, journalists, political opponents, and defenders of human rights as some kind of pawns of the U.S. government, deprived them of humane treatment and medical care, and tried them in secret tribunals.
The idiot child Canadian Prime Minister, whose daddy had a cozy friendship with Castro, fondly lamented the communist dictator as “larger than life” and “a legendary revolutionary and orator.”
And the idiot former Minnesota governor Jesse Ventura lauded Castro as someone who was nice to him, ignoring wholesale the poverty, authoritarianism, and human rights abuses that were the hallmark of the regime for decades.
Meanwhile, the brainless bint of the Green Party passed full retard and full potato, and landed squarely in full rutabaga by tweeting about Castro symbolizing the struggle for justice “in the shadow of the empire” – the same “empire” she conned thousands of clueless ignorami of the Free Shit class into supporting her candidacy for President of.
Struggle for justice? Justice for whom? The elites and the foreigners with money who were the only ones able to get adequate medical care? The people who were refused the right to speak their minds and to criticize their government? The Cubans who existed on the bare minimum, without hope of climbing out of miserable poverty?
Oh, I forgot!
To idiots like Stein, misery and poverty are just fine, as long as everyone is suffering together!
Except they aren’t, are they?
The wonderful, courageous author and journalist Michael Totten, whose work I have admired since the mid-2000s, spent some time in Castro’s Cuba and compares the island to Elysium, the film in which a small group of elites lives in opulence and luxury far above the hoi poloi who live in squalor on Earth.
I had to lie to get into the country. Customs and immigration officials at Havana’s tiny, dreary José Martí International Airport would have evicted me had they known I was a journalist. But not even a total-surveillance police state can keep track of everything and everyone all the time, so I slipped through. It felt like a victory. Havana, the capital, is clean and safe, but there’s nothing to buy. It feels less natural and organic than any city I’ve ever visited. Initially, I found Havana pleasant, partly because I wasn’t supposed to be there and partly because I felt as though I had journeyed backward in time. But the city wasn’t pleasant for long, and it certainly isn’t pleasant for the people living there. It hasn’t been so for decades.
Outside its small tourist sector, the rest of the city looks as though it suffered a catastrophe on the scale of Hurricane Katrina or the Indonesian tsunami. Roofs have collapsed. Walls are splitting apart. Window glass is missing. Paint has long vanished. It’s eerily dark at night, almost entirely free of automobile traffic. I walked for miles through an enormous swath of destruction without seeing a single tourist. Most foreigners don’t know that this other Havana exists, though it makes up most of the city—tourist buses avoid it, as do taxis arriving from the airport. It is filled with people struggling to eke out a life in the ruins.
This is what Stein and her frothing, cretinous, scatterbrained supporters worship. It doesn’t matter to her that Castro’s promises were underpinned by complete suppression of free thought and opposition. She has zero fucks to give about the “socialism or death” slogan that has become the hallmark of Castro’s rule. She doesn’t understand the gruesome horror implied in such slogans – the fact that those who try to achieve, succeed, or rise above their origins would be murdered by the state.
Her ends outweigh the lives destroyed in the process of achieving them.
Jill Stein and her abhorrent ilk don’t care about progress. They don’t care about individuals striving to improve, to achieve, and to flourish. They want equality at any cost – progress and evolution be damned. If they cannot force the unwilling or the less capable to work to rise up to the achievements of those with more drive, more luck, more intelligence and ability, or more resources, they will cut the legs off those who can – the middle and upper classes – to bring them down to the level of dirt. It’s a Harrison Bergeron nightmare played out in real life – a life in which society descends to its lowest common denominator at the point of a government gun.
Communism destroyed Cuba’s prosperity, but the country experienced unprecedented pain and deprivation when Moscow cut off its subsidies after the fall of the Soviet Union. Journalist and longtime Cuba resident Mark Frank writes vividly about this period in his book Cuban Revelations. “The lights were off more than they were on, and so too was the water. . . . Food was scarce and other consumer goods almost nonexistent. . . . Doctors set broken bones without anesthesia. . . . Worm dung was the only fertilizer.” He quotes a nurse who tells him that Cubans “used to make hamburgers out of grapefruit rinds and banana peels; we cleaned with lime and bitter orange and used the black powder in batteries for hair dye and makeup.” “It was a haunting time,” Frank wrote, “that still sends shivers down Cubans’ collective spines.”
This is what Jill Stein admires from the posh confines of her $8.5 million net worth existence after inheriting half-million dollars from her parents. This is what Jill Stein reveres having obtained an Ivy League education and spent her childhood in a well-off Chicago suburb, never having experienced medieval medical procedures without anesthesia, or days of privations and empty store shelves.
This is what the American left, that has never experienced need and shortages, admires in Castro – the man who held his country by the throat for decades and gagged any opposition that dared to expose his morally corrupt hypocrisy.
This is what they weep for.
This is what they applaud.
The moron PM from Canada Justin Trudeau tried to mitigate the damage after lauding the communist dictator as some kind of warm, fuzzy uncle, but the gauge remained at full retard.
“There are people who have many memories and who experienced a great deal of difficulty because of what happened in Cuba, and I am not minimizing any of that,” Trudeau said.
“The fact is Fidel Castro had a deep and lasting impact on the Cuban people. He certainly was a polarizing figure and there certainly were concerns around human rights. That’s something that I’m open about and that I’ve highlighted,” he added.
“But on the passing of his death I expressed a statement that highlighted the deep connection between the people of Canada and the people of Cuba.”
The clueless left mourns the oppressor, while those freed from his totalitarian oppression cheer and celebrate in the streets. Pretty ironic, considering the left claims to speak for the poor and downtrodden, while mourning the head of a government who kept them there at the point of a gun.
Par for the course.