Guest post by frequent commenter Asombra
I don’t much care if Fidel is dead or dying, which is more a matter of disgust than indifference.
The bastard’s done what he was going to do; his death won’t undo it, and there’s no way to make him pay, no matter how horrible his death. Yes, he’s literally like a huge pile of the foulest shit imaginable stinking up the place, but there’s so much other dung all over Cuba that removing him will not end the stench.
Yes, he’s better dead than alive, but when he finally croaks we’ll have to endure yet more insult and indignity. There will be the official funeral spectacle in Cuba, with the attendant weeping citizens and other obscenities, covered breathlessly (if not pantingly) by foreign presstitutes—who WILL largely treat it as the sad passing of a great if somewhat flawed man (like all great men, of course). You can bet that, as always, they’ll be more respectful and “understanding” toward Fidel than toward his countless victims—and I’m talking about the more “neutral” media operatives, not the modern variations on Herbert Matthews, who are certainly out and about.
There will be, once again, insufferably holier-than-thou public expressions of disapproval and exasperation directed at “those people” for daring to celebrate–it’s not as if they can be permitted to do like the Munchkins when the Wicked Witch of the East was killed (the Munchkins, of course, had a Hollywood dispensation, considered at least as good as a papal dispensation, if not better).
There will be endless and excruciating “assessments” from all manner of “experts,” fellow travelers, useful idiots and amoral opportunists, complete with heartfelt condolences from assorted show biz cretins and wistful reminiscences from the likes of Barbara Walters. I need not mention what we’ll get from the New York Times and Latrine America, so have anti-emetic meds handy.
In other words, it will be more salt on the wound, lots of it, but the wound will not heal with the death of an ancient totalitarian wreck; it can only heal with the death of his system and all that goes with it. By all means celebrate the monster’s death when it comes, if you wish, but don’t take it for more than it’s worth. At this point, it’s far too little much too late.