January 08, 2008
Dear Mr. Journalist...
From: Henry Gomez
Subject: Cuba
Date: January 8, 2008 8:56:08 AM EST
To: tom.palmer@theledger.com
I'm sorry that you can't go to Cuba, the Zoo where the animals are free and the people are in cages.
My heart weeps for you.
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From: Henry Gomez
Subject: And another thing...
Date: January 8, 2008 9:15:52 AM EST
To: tom.palmer@theledger.com
Judging by your email address, you must be a "regularly employed" journalist. As such you qualify for a General License and therefore without need to obtain a specific license from the U.S. Treasury Department’s Office of Foreign Assets Control (OFAC).
http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/cis/cis_1097.html
And I'm sure that if you tell Cuban officials that you are there to do a story about ecology that they will roll out the red carpet for you and give you a tour you'll never forget.
So your contention that you can not legally travel to Cuba is false. The reason you haven't been to Cuba to see its natural wonders is not because of the law that Miami politics have instituted but instead your own ignorance of them.
Posted by Henry Louis Gomez at January 8, 2008 08:56 AM
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The Walrus and The Carpenter
Lewis Carroll
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

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