The Ultimate Irony

Here’s a “Nov. 6, 1940, letter to President Franklin D. Roosevelt from a 14-year-old admirer in Oriente Province, Cuba. In slightly fractured English, the author makes a simple request.”

“If you like, give me a ten dollars bill green american . . . because never I have not seen a ten dollars bill green american and I would like to have one of them. . . . Thank you very much. Good by. Your friend. Fidel Castro.”

Perhaps if FDR had actually sent that kid a sawbuck, the past 40 years would have been completely different for so many.

The letter goes on to say:

My Address is:
Sr. Fidel castro
Colegio de Dolores
Santiago de Cuba
Oriente, Cuba
I dont know very English but I know very much Spanish and I suppose you don’t know very Spanish but you know very English because you are American but I am not American…
If you want iron to make your ships I will show to you the bigest(sic) (minas) of iron of the land. They are in Mayari, Oriente, Cuba.

Courtesy of U.S News and World Report

The Egg Situation

The egg situation in Cuba is more serious than first thought. Apparently, no one wants to pay 15 cents per egg out of their $10 a month income.

“People are upset about the rise in prices. Especially when the government says that the economy is recovering and that our province has been declared one of the foremost egg producers in the country. We still can’t afford to fry an egg, since in addition to the egg, we have to buy the oil to fry it at the dollar stores, and also buy the fuel oil, charcoal, or wood, to cook it,” said Bernardo D?az, from Ciego de ?vila.

I wonder, do the free continental breakfasts the tourists get come with scrambled eggs or eggs over easy?

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Suddenly, Fiction

My esteemed colleague David of Sketches of Strain and I will be hosting our first blogger short fiction anthology: Sudden Fiction: Short Stories by Bloggers. The publishing date will be Halloween and deadline for submissions will be October 20th.

Make the stories scary, mushy, erotic. . .whatever, just email them on in to either David or me as an attachment in Word format, 5000 words or less.

valcuba{at}hotmail{dot}com or tanka530{at}hotmail{dot}com

Come on now fellow bloggers, we know you guys can write, but can you bullshit?

Cuba Wants a War

I was going to fisk this article:Cuba in the Sights of teh United States from Granma International, but, it is so full of shit, written hocus-pocus and all out lefty paranoia and hyperbole that, well, it would be a complete waste of time.

Here’s a great quote to show what I mean:

The Estefan clan (Gloria and Emilio) have big plans. They are Bacardi shareholders and thus financiers of terrorist acts in Nicaragua, Angola and Cuba and accomplices to stealing Cuban patents. Gloria and Emilio Estefan sponsor other para-terrorist organizations such as Brothers to the Rescue whose aircraft have been violating Cuban airspace for years.

So ridiculous it’s actually sad.

Toys

Chief Wiggles is calling upon us all to help him out. The children of Iraq essentially have no childhood, living a life of necessity and want. This is perhaps the worse crime against humanity: to not let a child be a child. To play, imagine, laugh and lose themselves in that place kids go to when they are talking to their teddy bears or pushing their Tonka truck along. The Chief wants us to help him change that by sending these kids toys.

I’m in. You should be too.

(via Dean’s World)

D-O-L-P-H-I-N-S

One of the things I love most about football are the rivalries. You can have 2 or 3 friends over for a game, downing a few brewskies, the grill on and full of munchies, and each person still have a different favorite team. Rick, one of my all time best friends is an avid J-E-T-S fan and, while we trade puns and barbs and criticize each others team with incredible zeal, we are, still, best friends. We know we are there for each other in the clutch. Rick and I always make a bet at the beginning of the year: Whomever’s team has the better record or makes it farther along in the playoffs, wins. The ante? Loser pays for the Super Bowl Party.

I recently learned that our esteemed Sgt. Hook is also a J-E-T-S fan. But, like my buddy Rick, regardless of the warped football afilliation he may have, I truly truly like and admire the guy. From his writings I can easily conclude that Sgt. Hook is a man you can count on in the clutch. A true gentleman and a man of honor.

Hook and I also made a small football Jets/Dolphins wager and well, the results and pay-out can be found here.

Property Ownership

The Cuban Government, in a bold, “revolutionary” move has begun to allow property “ownership” in Cuba. Owning property in was not possible as all property was nationalized back in the sixties.

So, basically, those whose homes or businesses were taken away almost 40 years ago are screwed as now, the captive squatters remaining on the island can simply register a deed for whatever parcel and *poof* become landowners.

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