I woke up this morning to the news that Fidel Castro has died.

For a moment I was sad, only because his arrival in hell meant that Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, Mao, and Che will get a break from being tortured as Satan rolls out the welcome wagon for the last of the 20th century’s mass murdering dictators to head down to perdition.

I hope Fidel’s sodomizing by demons is extra painful tonight.

My full statement on the death of Castro when I get back from vacation.

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By J. Kb

2 thoughts on “On Fidel”
  1. I’m old enough to remember the Cuban missile crisis. It was tense. My dad was in the Air Force. Yep. A few years earlier, I remember seeing tv coverage of crowds in Cuba shouting “Cuba si! Yanqui no!” I had to ask my mom what they meant. I guess the Cuban man on the street must have thought that anyone would be better than Batista. In the 1980s I met a survivor from the Mariel boat lift. He explained to me the brutal reality and extreme poverty that was Cuba. The slightest hint that one may have criticized the regime would result in a lifetime of poverty, if you were lucky, or you might just disappear for a couple of decades or forever. I doubt that much has changed since then. They have had 57 years to brainwash the pliant, reward the collaborationists, and kill everyone with a spark of desire for freedom.
    I want to direct your attention to the huge contrast between obama’s statement regarding castro’s death and Trump’s statement. Look them up. Ask yourself if there are communist sympathizers in the USA.
    I agree with the earlier comment: good riddance!

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