It’s a Cuba “Expert” cliche’-fest from The Boston Globe, amigos. They don’t miss a single lick, word or note.
They don’t acknowledge a single item in the massive catalog of devastating evidence against their superstitions, pretty much summed up here.
These reforms, and the beginning of Obama’s second term, create an unusual opportunity to acknowledge Cuba’s gestures and respond in a substantive way.
You’ve read and heard the mantra about twelve gazillion times by now but here it is.
In an earlier age the kind of minds that write Boston Globe editorials would have written them against Galileo and Copernicus…..unreal.
As they themselves are so fond of clucking: “insanity is saying and trying the same things over and over.”
Exactly–especially when these have been methodically and devastatingly refuted.
I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
(Don’t miss the teenage “beatnik” Cher wailing Dylan’s song while Sonny auditions for an Oscar)
(OK–it’s the week-end: so also check out the Byrds’ version with David Crosby 350 pounds ago…and anyone else who bought (and WORE!) granny glasses (besides me) please raise your hand…unreal.