It's not every day you get to commemorate the retirement of a thuggish tyrant who continued to rule a brutal dictatorship for 537 days after his well-deserved and much denied death. In light of this blissful occasion, it seems only appropriate to custom tailor this week's pinup, to the man with a face only Monica Lewinsky could love...
~ Strolling down memory lane, my love affair with the idea of Castro tits-up goes way back to the old blog, with my Ruminations on the Cuban Prison...
The fact that the world has tolerated a fascist dictator having control of an entire country for 46 years, is shameful. Those who cheered when the Berlin Wall came down, could only do so while averting their eyes from the continuing injustice occurring in the name of the same twisted ideology, on the other side of the world.
~ He also got honorable mention in my discussion on The Suffering of Innocents...
Cuba is a perfect example of what an utter ethical failure, the policy of containment truly is.
For decades, Fidel Castro has been little more than a blusterer on the sidelines. No conceivable threat of any kind, to western democracy. But for our complacency, the innocent people of Cuba have been suffering the worst forms of oppression and degradation, under a brutal dictatorship. Isolating Fidel Castro also served to isolate the citizens who suffer under him. Our claim to success and victory is a perverted presumption of moral certitude that we never earned. Their suffering, mocks our so-called success as the hollow victory it is. We enjoy prosperity as a reward for our inaction then, and as a consequence we have been aptly determined to be weak and decadent. Gutless and unwilling to resort to violent rebellion against that which we find intolerable. So while we claim to be the moral beacons of society, we have left the citizens of Cuba condemned to animalistic degradation. Further to that, our unwillingness to rectify the injustice of our inaction has over the years, provided inspiration and solidarity among a diverse array of oppressive regimes - who are now banding together to provide a network of dictatorial support to each other. A coalition of the willing-to-do-anything-to-stay-in-power, so to speak.
~ Of course, not everyone feels that the long-standing tolerance of a brutal dictator in the sphere of civilized society, is a shameful stain on our collective conscience. Some in fact, can barely contain their gleeful worship of a murderous oppressor... "I grew up knowing that Fidel Castro had a special place among my family's friends. We had a picture of him at home: a great big man with a beard who wore military fatigues and held my baby brother Michel in his arms." ...Then again, I never considered the Trudeau family to be "polite company", anyway.
~ The Democracy Project makes a few observations on the supreme leader's tendency to be either disdainful or oblivious to the suffering of those around him and the sickening display of misplaced priorities of those bewitched by his self-absorbed company... "Many of our diplomats, businessmen and commentators need to get the morality and priority of their manners straight. Then, at least, our enemies will be more cognizant of who and how they toast, or torture."
~ And the MSM which, in the context of the current war, has been obsessed with body count, grandly catalogs a list of landmarks and accomplishments of a 49-year dictatorship, without once referring to the festering heap of murdered dissidents, starved children and unfortunate denizens of this Utopian paradise.
For those of us who have never been fond of hateful charlatans who perpetrate massive and bloody frauds on captive subjects, with the institution of a long-failed nihilistic ideology of greed and apathy, it will be a relief to think that little brother Raul doesn't have a hope in hell of holding power like his meaner big brother. We can only hope it won't be too long before a new and freer revolution takes his place. Until then...at least we can stop pretending that Castro's fetid corpse isn't stinking up the Presidential Palace.
Ciao, Commandant...here's hoping you wind up one of those 72 virgins we hear so much about.