When the arch enemy of your people just kinda resigns it's a little bit of a let down.
I am a peace-loving girl, so I didn't want bloodshed or bombs, but really, to just resign like some corporate CEO, on your own terms, after so much hell has been wrought?
That's just not right.
For those of you with kind of a passing or romanticized idea of bearded dictators know this:
Bearded Dictator: Bad
Bearded Dictator Brother: Badder
At least that's always been the talk at home and during our visits to Cuba.
I'm hoping Bearded Dictator Brother has gotten hold of Oprah and her nice Friends on XM, maybe listened to a little Course in Miracles.
Because really, what we need on that little Lost Island is a miracle.
(If you want to follow what's going on in the Exilio today go here and check out the Exile, Cuban Style links to the right and be sure to read the post at the Adventures of the Coconut Caucus, a site I am really loving.)
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That was my reaction, too. I'm trying to cook up my own blog entry about it, but the only emotion I can come up with is "meh."
This news, and your recent post about family finally getting to leave Cuba, has me digging out my 1992 Mavericks album "From Hell to Paradise."
http://billhobbs.com/2008/02/meet_the_new_boss_worse_than_t.html
Es como un peo mal tirado. =D
Oh dear... I'm slow to read the news, but my dad was checking them online tonight. When hubby mentioned it again to me a few minutes ago, I told him, oh, I've got to check what my friend said about it.
I'm sorry. I hope the miracle happens someday.
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