The occasional, often ill-considered thoughts of a Roman Catholic permanent deacon who is ever grateful to God for his existence. Despite the strangeness we encounter in this life, all the suffering we witness and endure, being is good, so good I am sometimes unable to contain my joy. Deo gratias!

Monday, November 28, 2016

Fidel, R.I.P.

What can one say after hearing of the death of Fidel Castro (90)? I suppose for those members of the Cuban nomenklatura, that little clique of Communist fawning toadies who helped Fidel create the island prison we call Cuba, the best response is: "The dictator is dead. Long live the dictator." After all, baby brother Raúl (85) has been running things for years and, despite President Obama's wishing and hoping, hasn't shown any desire to change the murderous policies of his brother.

The below photo of Fidel, his brother Raul, and their homicidal maniac colleague, Che Guevara, was taken back in their salad days.

The accolades and over-the-top praises that have poured in from many in the West, including our own president, are truly remarkable. Fidel has been called everything good and noble. Of course, like all those who have led Marxist nations, Fidel Castro was just another mass-murdering sociopath. If a Cuban citizen disagreed with him, Castro would imprison him, torture him, and, if necessary, kill him. And apparently it was frequently very necessary. Why so few of our elites are willing to admit this publicly is a mystery.

I will pray for the repose of the soul of Fidel Castro because I must; but I will pray more fervently for the good of the Cuban people who have suffered far too long.

Cuba libre!

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