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​                                     Barack, Fidel and Che

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President Barack Obama heads off to Cuba, where they have socialism. And socialism is good because it teaches people to share. It’s so good, in fact, that people regularly make rafts out of whatever they can find to escape this island utopia while braving shark-infested waters, starvation, and death by dehydration. You see, there are no rafts for sale in Cuba. You can’t go to the Army Navy Store and buy one, or tires for your car, or a car, or groceries, a shovel, you name it and you probably can’t buy it. But you can get free healthcare, and brother, that’s all that matters.

That is the power of socialism. Is the healthcare any good? If you’re Fidel or his brother, probably. If you’re just about anybody else, probably not. But, the media went there and saw with their own eyes how good it is. Once the blindfold was removed, of course, and, after Castro's people took them to a special facility, that, trust them, is typical of the same health care that everybody gets.


Plus, education is free. That’s right, everyone donates their time and apparently gets paid with altruism, which they can take to the market and buy whatever is available, which isn’t much.


This reminds me of the time that Black Panther leader, Eldridge “Soul on Ice” Cleaver escaped to Cuba to get away from the law. After years of hiding on Fidel’s Island paradise, he eventually came home, landed on American soil, kissed the ground and quickly became a Christian and a republican. So much for socialist paradises and other Left wing mythologies.


But hey, in the end, Barack Insane Obama made the trip to normalize relations with a country that the Castro brothers have passed around like a family trinket, and that’s something. I mean, let’s face it, it’s only been a meager 57 years since the great Cuban revolution took place. In communist time, that’s barely a year or two. In another 50 years or so, paradise will, no doubt, finally be revealed.


​I guess his Cuba trip is why he had to consciously avoid going to Supreme court justice Antonin Scalia’s and Nancy Reagan’s funerals. Ronald Reagan helped to kill the last of the Soviet Union’s murderous empire, though, so president Obama probably had his reasons. He made up for it by being photographed in front a large mural of Fidel’s mass-murdering, sociopathic enforcer, Che Guevara, though, which sent all the right messages. If you’re a fellow traveler, that is.


​Have we ever had such an infantile know-nothing as a president? You see, the emphasis here is on knowing nothing while being damned sure that you’re always right, regardless of the evidence. When you’ve been handed the keys to the kingdom, without having really earned any of it, the only thing you’ve got is arrogance. Add in the arrogance and the ignorance of his acolytes, and you’ve got a prescription for disaster, just waiting to be fulfilled.

Some folks will say “Oh, you’re just a racist.” To that, I’ll happily respond “Blow it out your ass. Now have a nice day.”


Mark Magula