Nikita! Choot that piece of chit!

Our very own Cirujano has a Happy Holidays! message from 1962 from fidel and che in Big Peace:

Castro and Che planned their Manhattan holocaust short weeks after the fuddy-duddy Nikita Khrushchev foiled their plans for an even bigger one. “Say hello to my little friends!” they dreamt of yelling at the Yankee hyenas in October of 1962, right before the mushroom clouds. “If the missiles had remained,” Che Guevara confided to The London Daily Worker the following month, “we would have used them against the very heart of the U.S., including New York City.”

“Of course I knew the missiles were nuclear- armed,” responded Fidel Castro to Robert McNamara during a meeting in 1992. “That’s precisely why I urged Khrushchev to launch them.”

Soviet ambassador to Cuba during the Missile Crisis, Alexander Alexiev, reports a fascinating — if unsurprising — datum about those days. While Castro was begging, threatening, even trying to trick Khrushchev into launching a nuclear strike against the U.S., while he was ranting and yelling and waving his arms about grabbing his Czech machine gun and “fighting the Yankee invaders to the last man!” while frantically involved in all this, a “fearful” (Alexiev’s term) Castro and Che were also making reservations with Alexiev for a first-class seats in the Soviet embassy’s bomb shelter.

He’s been a plague on the world for half a century…

3 thoughts on “Nikita! Choot that piece of chit!”

  1. Well, as my Irish paratrooper Uncle Jack (21 at the time) of the Army 82 Airborne always said, “We were geared-up, chutes packed tight, loaded to the teeth, anticipating sweet Cuban girls and cigars, and sleeping on the tarmac under the plane … We should’ve gone in …”

  2. They all want something, these fakes.

    The fake revolutionary of the Caribbean wants to set the world ablaze and watch it burn, albeit from a safe distance.

    Absolutely correct. A plague for fifty years. Do we hear a hundred? One fifty? Two hundred?

    The other side the planet, we got Kim Dum Drunk or whatever Junior Kim’s name is, who wants a war with South Korea.

    At home, a bunch of tiresome 60s radicals whose minds froze in their teens due to too many drugs, drugs, drugs now want to exact revenge against us all and burn down the system as well, albeit without a word of protest from their targets, let alone resistance.

    How long will it be before they take on God Himself, and demand that He recognize that they’re the Universal Sovereigns, and not He?

    How does it feel to want?

    Paul Vincent Zecchino
    Manasoviet Key, Florida
    27 November, 2010

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