as long as were in the mood to laugh, here comes pepito..

so fidel is gonna visit pepitos school, and raul does a pre-visit and tells pepito, hey, we know you are popular and have pull with the kids, so do us a favor.. you know that fidel loves the children and likes to hear them chant his name so make sure all the kids are there and make fidel happy, and pepito says 'no problemo dude, ill take care of it..' so the big day comes by and fidels jeep is getting close to the school and the kids are chanting "fidel".. "fidel" "FIDEL" "FIDEL" louder and louder.. raul sees fidel smiling and thinks to himself 'cono man, pepito really got the kids together on this one'.. they get to the school and the kids are still chanting fidel, but underneath it all they here pepito saying some stuff each time the kids say fidel.. as soon as they are close enough, they here pepito saying "quien les quito la leche?" FIDEL "quien les quito los padres" FIDEL "quien les quito los juguetes" FIDEL..... "quien es el HP mas grande del mundo" FIDEL "quien es la puta mas grande de cuba" FIDEL....

It's really RICH, coming from this viejo senil y cagalitroso, that the good old USA should be compared to a Nazi/fascist regime, when in fact el viejo senil y cagalitroso has always secretly been a "Führer wannabe," as evidenced by his thought process (if you can call it that), histrionics, delusions, and other baggage that "Furores" carry with them. One of the things that sped-up our exit from Cuba was our good and unfortunately late friend's Haefeli's opinion on the "lider," back in 1960. Haefeli was a jewelry salesman who visited Cuba yearly and became good friends with my parents, who owned a jewelry store. He had lived through the Reich years, been drafted against his will into Hitler's army, and was "rewarded" with harsh imprisonment by the Russians after being captured on the Eastern front. So, he knew what he was talking about when he said: "I love Cuba, but cannot return to this country because what I see happening brings back too many sad and terrible memories about what I went through in my country: the histrionic and hysterical man at the microphone making endless speeches full of hate, lies, and nonsense; men and boys in uniform all over the place; loudspeakers blaring propaganda from every street corner." My father said later that the experience "broke Haefeli's heart." He in fact died, too young, in the mid-1960s. He never returned to Cuba. He knew the monster, as he had lived inside its guts...

Wish there was some way to convince kagastro to blow his brains out, same as his idol, and join him in a fraternal Götterdämmerung in Hell, where they both belong.