Lots of stories around on the planned “Orange Bowl” celebrations here in intransingent banana republic Miami once fidel castro’s death is officially announced. Lots of people criticizing us intransingent hard liner exiles for wanting to party the day we find out the dictator is burning in hell. People form all over the world are saying it would be in bad taste to celebrate, it’s un-Christian, it’s bad morals, it’s inhumane, etc…etc…
Me? I dont give a rats ass. Once the tears have been shed – for tears of undeniable joy will be shed – and once Ive hugged my parents in said tears, Im going to celebrate like Ive never celebrated before. Call me evil, call me inhumane, un-Christian, immoral…whatever. I dont give a shit.
Im going to pop open “la botellita”, wave my flags, honk my car horn, scream at the top of my lungs, dance in the streets, hug my neighbors…the whole fidel castro is fucking dead enchilada. The following morning, I will, undoubtedly have the worst and best hangover Ive ever had in my life.
And I will sleep soundly, without the slightest pang of conscience, because I will know two things with absolute certainty: there will be less evil in the world when fidel castro dies and, regardless of the verbal diarhea form the punditry and regardless of the media reports about transition and what not, the death of fidel castro is the first step in the freedom of Cuba.
So all those critics out there that are so superficially disgusted and all that can kiss my soon to be celebrating Cuban ass. You aint gonna rain on my parade.