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Fidel Castro is dead.

That does not mean as much today as it would have many years ago.

He held the US in contempt and had the guts to face us down. Until we pushed back and the missiles he had gotten from Russia were sent back.

Defiant until the end, the Cuban people made do with old automobiles. The antique value of them alone has to be astronomical.

Not only did he hold out, so did we.

We never lifted the sanctions imposed and so on.

Partly because of the Cuban refugees.

If you go to the South Floridian coast, Key West, the remnants of the old "war" are evident everywhere.

A standoff.

Canadians, on the other hand, kept in touch and now invade Cuba on a regular basis as tourists. A close friend goes there every year.

I don't have much of a feeling for it anymore. Maybe never did. It always seemed fake to me, the whole thing. Bullies against bullies.

That said, he was a handsome dude. Very sexy. Beard and all. Waving his phallic cigar. The strutting. Cock of the walk. Two way meaning, that. A big man, he was six foot three. Not one of those over compensating weenies who ruin others' lives.

He lived to a ripe old age. Ninety.

I can relate to that. If the machine can hold out, I want to do that too.

Nice going, Fidel.

A long time symbol of rebelliousness goes to rest.

Labels: communists, obituary