Monday, September 13, 2010

Thanks, Fidel, but you're 50 years too late - Telegraph

Article in the UK telegraph asks why Fidel didn't share what he knows to be true years ago, that the Communist model doesn't work for people. As an American of Cuban ancestry, I must say Americans do not wish ill on Cubans. We love the Cuban people, and Cuba should be the jewel of the Carribean. It would prosper so well, and we would love to see that. But like an alcoholic uncle, you can't always help those you wish to. They have to agree to work with you to help them, they have to admit their problem before recovering. When people are arrested for merely growing a few vegetables and selling them to their neighbors, giving them aid is not going to fix the problem. The Cuban people don't need foreign aid, they need a government that allows them to live free and use their talents.

Thanks, Fidel, but you're 50 years too late - Telegraph


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Hmm. Sounds very much like a “rejection of the Revolution” to me. And if indeed it was, then it must come pretty close to being a historical first. Did Mao ever express any regrets about the 20 million who died during his Great Leap Forward? Was Stalin ever moved to tears over the millions more who were shot in the back of the head by his secret police or froze and starved in his Gulags? Of course not. That’s the thing about Leftist ideologues. Whether they’re major league mass murderers such as Pol Pot or simply pathological destroyers of economies like Gordon Brown, they usually remain in a state of blissful self-delusion right to the bitter end.
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Generation Y » Inside the Neighborhood, Outside the Heart

I really like the Generation Y blog of Yoani Sanchez. She is courageous, and is saying what needs to be said about systems that destroy the beautiful aspirations of individuals.

Generation Y » Inside the Neighborhood, Outside the Heart


“You must turn in your passport!” So they told him on arriving in Caracas, to prevent him from making it to the border and deserting. In the same airport they read him the rules: “You cannot say that you are Cuban, you can’t walk down the street in your medical clothes, and it’s best to avoid interacting with Venezuelans.” Days later he understood that his mission was a political one, because more than curing some heart problem or lung infection, he was supposed to examine consciences, probe voting intentions...