An Aussie that gets it.

Yesterday we had the Aussie winner of the tremendo comemierda award, today we have the Aussie winner of the el tipo es un barbaro award:

The real Cuba: mass-murderer Fidel Castro to die unpunished

By John Ballantyne – posted Friday, 16 March 2007

Cuban dictator Fidel Castro cruelly oppressed his people, and aided and abetted terror and genocide in Africa. Yet there are no calls (as there were with Chile’s General Pinochet) for Castro to be brought to justice.

Only last year, media commentators and human-rights activists were expressing indignation and outrage that Chile’s former military dictator General Augusto Pinochet should die without facing justice for the state-sanctioned torture, killings and disappearances which occurred under his rule.

But scarcely anything like this indignation has been expressed at the prospect of Cuban Communist dictator Fidel Castro dying without being brought to account for the far worse atrocities for which he was responsible during his more than four decades of iron-fisted rule in Cuba.

Read the whole thing here.

3 thoughts on “An Aussie that gets it.”

  1. Tie me kangaroo down, sport! At least there is somebody not engaging in upside-down thinking in Australia.

  2. Luis:

    My faith in Australians has never been shaken, and I have even forgiven Australia for having given asylum to Herbert Matthews, who spent his last years there. I do, however, fear for the future of your country if the education of your young is entrusted to the likes of Tim Anderson. He is not, incidentally, the only left-wing Australian academic that I have crashed with. I once wasted ten thousand words debating Profesor Barry Carr, Director of the Institute for Latin American Studies at La Trobe University, near Melbourne. In fact, you may find part of that debate on your Child of the Revolution blog:

    http://luismgarcia.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-cuban-press.html

  3. In honor of John Ballantyne and all good Australians I am moved to quote this tribute to Australia written by Dorothea Mackeller at age 19, in 1904. It is really one of the most beautiful patriotic poems ever written in any language. All Australians know by heart the second stanza, much as all Cubans know Martí’s “Yo soy un hombre sincero.”

    My Country

    The love of field and coppice
    Of green and shaded lanes,
    Of ordered woods and gardens
    Is running in your veins.
    Strong love of grey-blue distance,
    Brown streams and soft, dim skies
    I know, but cannot share it,
    My love is otherwise.

    I love a sunburnt country,
    A land of sweeping plains,
    Of rugged mountain ranges,
    Of droughts and flooding rains.
    I love her far horizons,
    I love her jewel-sea,
    Her beauty and her terror
    The wide brown land for me!

    The stark white ring-barked forests,
    All tragic to the moon,
    The sapphire-misted mountains,
    The hot gold hush of noon,
    Green tangle of the brushes
    Where lithe lianas coil,
    And orchids deck the tree-tops,
    And ferns the warm dark soil.

    Core of my heart, my country!
    Her pitiless blue sky,
    When, sick at heart, around us
    We see the cattle die
    But then the grey clouds gather,
    And we can bless again
    The drumming of an army,
    The steady soaking rain.

    Core of my heart, my country!
    Land of the rainbow gold,
    For flood and fire and famine
    She pays us back threefold.
    Over the thirsty paddocks,
    Watch, after many days,
    The filmy veil of greenness
    That thickens as we gaze…

    An opal-hearted country,
    A wilful, lavish land
    All you who have not loved her,
    You will not understand
    Though Earth holds many splendours,
    Wherever I may die,
    I know to what brown country
    My homing thoughts will fly.

    I quoted this poem on a website that I moderate and added these comments a year ago:

    This is indeed a remarkable poem as much for what it implies as for what it says. Using metaphors from Nature and without any direct allusion to those particularly Australian traits of which even foreigners are aware, the poet also conveys the character of her people: independent, brave, hearty, indomitable, proud, expansive and nowhere duplicated on this earth. The qualities of the land itself reflect the qualities of its people. Although the national character will allow Australians to boast of their wild beautiful country, their native humility precludes them from boasting of their own deeds in taming that wild land and advancing her fame through acts of selfless heroism on behalf of humanity and civilization in two world wars. This poem, the most subtle but one of the most powerful of patriotic poems, pays tribute to the men and women who made that brown land bloom as well as to the land that was their crucible and became their monument.

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