May 21, 2005
Emails to fidel
It is a truly delicious feeling when somebody comes up to the booth and asks to email fidel. The visible catharsis these people show when sitting at the PC and writing their message is extraordinary. Forty six years and the hurt, the anger, the pain, is still there. And you know, you old bastard, they want to sign their names, too.
Posted by George Moneo at May 21, 2005 03:34 PM
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I am sure that everytime that I check the webcam and I see different people at the stations that they are e-mailing cagastro. Which is a great feeling!
Thanks, Val, George and all of the people manning and "womming" the booth.
Posted by: CB at May 21, 2005 03:47 PM
Our best trait, laughter; enjoy
"During a speech, Castro asks: "Is there one, only one among you, who is hungry?" A poor hapless man raises his hands. He is immediately seized by the police and forced to drink a glass of water, then another, and yet another, until he has drunk ten altogether. Then Castro asks him: "Are you still hungry?" The man replies: "No, Comandante, I am not hungry." "Well, you see," replies Fidel, "you really weren't hungry; what you were was thirsty."
In the middle of a speech Fidel is interrupted by a man who cries out: "We want the oppression of the people to end." "Arrest that man," Castro orders. "No, you can't do that," the dissident protests, "because the Socialist Constitution guarantees the right of free speech." "Yes, you are very right," replies Fidel: "Arrest instead everyone who heard him."
In another speech, Fidel tells the people: "We only have wood chips to eat." The people chant in unison: "Give us wood chips, give us wood chips!" A week later, Fidel tells them: "Now we only have stones to eat." And the people shout: "Give us stones, give us stones!" Six months later, Fidel tells the people: "Good news! A ship with humanitarian assistance (food) has just arrived in the port of Havana." And the people shout :"Give us teeth, give us teeth!"
Before the Revolution, there used to be a sign at the Havana Zoo that read: "Please Don't Feed the Animals." After Castro had been in power a couple of years, it was changed to: "Please Don't Take the Animals' Food." Eventually, however, even this was not enough. The sign now reads: "Please Don't Eat the Animals." [Truth is stranger than fiction: a man was recently sent to jail in Cuba for stealing a white swan from the Havana Zoo to feed to his starving family."]
A Marxist Cuban economist devised a plan that would enable the Cuban regime to provide Cubans with all the necessities of life. It seemed like it could solve all the country's problems, but it had one fatal flaw: It was not based on Marxist ideas. The plan was rejected on the grounds that it worked in practice, not theory.
A foreign journalist conducted a "man in the street" interview in Cuba. He asked the only man who would speak to him how life was in Cuba before the Revolution. The man replied that everyone lived on the edge of a clift. "And after the Revolution?" the reporter queried. "Well, we took a big step forward."
At an international medical conference, Cuban and U.S. doctors engaged in a discussion that turned into a game of upmanship, which the Cubans appeared to be winning. "In the U.S.," boasted the American doctors, "we can do open heart surgery in 5 hours." "Well, that's pretty good," the Cubans replied, "but in Cuba, we can do bypass surgery in under two hours." "Yes, but we can perform a kidney transplant in 7 hours," countered the Americans. "Not seven," boasted the Cubans, "it takes us just five hours to perform the transplant." "Well," replied the exasperated Americans, "can you beat our average time for a tonsillectomy --30 minutes?" "No," answered the Cubans, "you've got us there. We can't even come close to that. In Cuba it takes us 12 hours to take out the tonsils, sometimes more." "But why," asked the astonished Americans." "You see," replied the Cuban doctors, "in Cuba nobody wants to open his mouth so we have to take the tonsils out through the a*s."
A young boy Pepito asks his father, a government official, how society is organized under socialism. The father answers that it is organized just like their household: the father is the party; the mother is justice; the maid is the working class; Pepito himself is the people and his little brother is the future. The next day, the boy tells his father that he now understands what he meant: "Last night, daddy, the party was scr*w*ng the working class, while justice slept, the people was neglected, and the future was all covered in sh*t."
Posted by: hsilio at May 21, 2005 05:01 PM
Posted by: hsilio at May 21, 2005 05:02 PM
Amen.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 21, 2005 05:41 PM
Isn't that Steve with his Reagan Revolutionary T-Shirt?
Posted by: CB at May 21, 2005 09:57 PM
It was wonderful to meet you and your lovely spouse at Cuba Nostalgia. And thank you for the opportunity to send my 2 cents' (US currency) worth via email to the minimo-comediante. Yes, yes, what I suggested to him was not very nice, not Christian. But God forgives. So, please forgive me, Lord. But please, hear my prayer!
Viva Cuba libre!
Posted by: Alberto Quiroga at May 22, 2005 01:05 AM
