Fidel Likes Obama
It seems the graffiti has been painted on the walls of Cuba and the United States. We all know too much. I (heart) these things. I love it. There is perhaps an excess of peace on Earth to men of both good and bad will.
We see this in Cuba, and all over Latin America. I (heart) Obama. The consequence of this is seen in the group of Americans who do not want to see the extradition or death of Julian Assange. I (heart) Fidel.
Who sees you and who saw you, huh, Fidel? You survived Kennedy’s invasion, CIA explosives wrapped in cigars and 10 presidents of the United States. We are all united in wanting the assassination of the old Cuban chief now 84 years old, who has become nothing more than a general in pajamas.
It seems there is at least one responsible military detachment in Havana, because by 11 AM Fidel is outside on a canvas chair, exposed to the healthy rays of the Caribbean island.
A second detachment, at around 1 PM, relieves the first and cleans the little drool that has trickled down the left corner of the mouth and formed in the shape of a map of the island on his pajama collar. Fidel then gets to enjoy the pleasures of Cuban cuisine, black beans and cornmeal; el mimoso is his favorite meal.
Afterwards, a nap, since nobody of this age is made of steel, even though he went through the rigors of Sierra Maestra.
The great Fidel is now going the way of the Rede, singing in a few bars that over a lifetime and managing to decorate Guantanamera. It is no Pete Seeger but it is almost fine tuned. It is a deep, deep, tone Fidel, but it is better to hear Nieve Drume Negrita’s singing.
During a long, benevolent afternoon nap in warm and lazy Havana, a soft spoken, musical soldier reads a special selection of national and international news especially prepared for him by government officials.
Everyone runs, to the people with small and large mouths, each time Barack Obama’s name is mentioned. Fidel opens his sleepy eyes and in the best Cuban diction says, “What was that, Obama?” and then says, “Read again.”
This is what local intelligence services headquartered in Little Havana, in Miami, Florida, claim.
The newspapers are reporting.
Assange is a star awaiting more secrets to leak. (Assange has the attention of all of the gossip columnists.)
Everything indicates that time is not a reason for Fidel to give up amorous relationships. A last minute news story, revealed right now by WikiLeaks, sent by telegram, reveals that Uncle Sam’s diplomats are worried.
Were they, the American diplomats, revealing the siestas they took part of in Cuba, the latest diatribe of the top leader, the dean of dictators. Suddenly, a zebra.
Fidel, in his autobiographical-journalistic endeavor, “Reflections from your Friend Fidel,” praises Obama. Some praise mixed with mad olives in American Shepherd’s pie.
And making excuses to those who visit (only between 3 and 6 PM) about the American president’s odd qualities.
The leading American Pacific novelist (who is completing a record sale of $96 billion in arms to Saudi Arabia), on June 9, in Cairo, spoke about the relations between the U.S. and Muslims.
Fidel had no doubt: he sent a message to the press of 3,500 words, an amount that is only reserved for Christmas cards and happy New Year messages.
An anonymous American diplomat was away and said the stories didn’t have legs, went too far and said he had no doubt there was an obsession. He said it with spelling and grammatical errors, which is rare for Americans appointed ambassadors, since this career is only for wealthy campaign contributors.
"Great Communicator!" shouted Fidel, throughout the entire month of June, with his canvas chair exposed to the sun, and his guards making sure that no passersby heard. "Great Communicator!" repeated Fidel, as if he were referring to a party or Sílvio Santos.
Sounding like nothing more than the "drunk murderer" moniker that until yesterday was only reserved for George W. Bush.
Despite not having approved the performance of Obama at the conference on climate change in Copenhagen (calling it "borderline of a demagogue"), Fidel Castro has not threatened people with prison or firing squad who have been spreading the graffiti in theory, of the hearts of the city walls and poles.
Evil tongues claim that Fidel Castro scribbles graffiti on the cover of a notebook to jot down thoughts for blue where the reflections and makes caricatures of past enemies.
We see this in Cuba, and all over Latin America. I (heart) Obama. The consequence of this is seen in the group of Americans who do not want to see the extradition or death of Julian Assange. I (heart) Fidel.
Who sees you and who saw you, huh, Fidel? You survived Kennedy’s invasion, CIA explosives wrapped in cigars and 10 presidents of the United States. We are all united in wanting the assassination of the old Cuban chief now 84 years old, who has become nothing more than a general in pajamas.
It seems there is at least one responsible military detachment in Havana, because by 11 AM Fidel is outside on a canvas chair, exposed to the healthy rays of the Caribbean island.
A second detachment, at around 1 PM, relieves the first and cleans the little drool that has trickled down the left corner of the mouth and formed in the shape of a map of the island on his pajama collar. Fidel then gets to enjoy the pleasures of Cuban cuisine, black beans and cornmeal; el mimoso is his favorite meal.
Afterwards, a nap, since nobody of this age is made of steel, even though he went through the rigors of Sierra Maestra.
The great Fidel is now going the way of the Rede, singing in a few bars that over a lifetime and managing to decorate Guantanamera. It is no Pete Seeger but it is almost fine tuned. It is a deep, deep, tone Fidel, but it is better to hear Nieve Drume Negrita’s singing.
During a long, benevolent afternoon nap in warm and lazy Havana, a soft spoken, musical soldier reads a special selection of national and international news especially prepared for him by government officials.
Everyone runs, to the people with small and large mouths, each time Barack Obama’s name is mentioned. Fidel opens his sleepy eyes and in the best Cuban diction says, “What was that, Obama?” and then says, “Read again.”
This is what local intelligence services headquartered in Little Havana, in Miami, Florida, claim.
The newspapers are reporting.
Assange is a star awaiting more secrets to leak. (Assange has the attention of all of the gossip columnists.)
Everything indicates that time is not a reason for Fidel to give up amorous relationships. A last minute news story, revealed right now by WikiLeaks, sent by telegram, reveals that Uncle Sam’s diplomats are worried.
Were they, the American diplomats, revealing the siestas they took part of in Cuba, the latest diatribe of the top leader, the dean of dictators. Suddenly, a zebra.
Fidel, in his autobiographical-journalistic endeavor, “Reflections from your Friend Fidel,” praises Obama. Some praise mixed with mad olives in American Shepherd’s pie.
And making excuses to those who visit (only between 3 and 6 PM) about the American president’s odd qualities.
The leading American Pacific novelist (who is completing a record sale of $96 billion in arms to Saudi Arabia), on June 9, in Cairo, spoke about the relations between the U.S. and Muslims.
Fidel had no doubt: he sent a message to the press of 3,500 words, an amount that is only reserved for Christmas cards and happy New Year messages.
An anonymous American diplomat was away and said the stories didn’t have legs, went too far and said he had no doubt there was an obsession. He said it with spelling and grammatical errors, which is rare for Americans appointed ambassadors, since this career is only for wealthy campaign contributors.
"Great Communicator!" shouted Fidel, throughout the entire month of June, with his canvas chair exposed to the sun, and his guards making sure that no passersby heard. "Great Communicator!" repeated Fidel, as if he were referring to a party or Sílvio Santos.
Sounding like nothing more than the "drunk murderer" moniker that until yesterday was only reserved for George W. Bush.
Despite not having approved the performance of Obama at the conference on climate change in Copenhagen (calling it "borderline of a demagogue"), Fidel Castro has not threatened people with prison or firing squad who have been spreading the graffiti in theory, of the hearts of the city walls and poles.
Evil tongues claim that Fidel Castro scribbles graffiti on the cover of a notebook to jot down thoughts for blue where the reflections and makes caricatures of past enemies.