Sunday, August 13, 2006

And so it ends...

Those are the words that John Mendez (who wrote this excellent piece about The Motorcycle Diaries) uses to begin another excellent piece of commentary at

See You In Havana
August 10th, 2006

And so it ends, not with an assassin’s bullet or a military strike or even a popular uprising (at least not yet). Instead, the messianic Castro appears as though he will succumb to intestinal bleeding, if not already, then in the very near future. Not exactly the fate most envisioned or hoped for, but justice is rarely poetic.

Fidel may very well be alive and recuperating but intestinal bleeding isn’t the type of medical problem you merely “nip & tuck” away, particularly when your patient’s diet has consisted of Cohibas, rum, steaks and fried “maduros” for the better part of 80 years. So, regardless of whether the maximum leader is, in fact, dead is absolutely irrelevant. He hasn’t much left in the tank.

If history teaches us anything, it is that paranoid dictators always talk of “successions” and “smooth, seamless transitions” but never give up power voluntarily until “the fat lady is singing.” This time is no different. Cue the fat lady.
Read the rest here.

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