So says his parrot, Felipe Perez Roque. The fact that Castro’s lackeys have to deny his death tells me he’s probably already roasting at very high temperatures.

In any event, Perez Rockhead’s “Castro ‘is fine’” comment has inspired me to write the following song parody, based on the Beatles’ “I Feel Fine.” Imagine Perez Rockhead serenading Fifo’s corpse with it…

Fifo’s one dead duck, you know,
He’s stiff as a board can be, you know,
The doctor said so.
Even though he’s dead, I must say he’s fine.
Fifo’s carcass is embalmed, you know,
Saw it myself one time, you know,
And I cried so.
Even though he’s gone, I say he’s fine.
I’m so sad, his corpse is getting cold.
I’m lying to everyone, saying he’s fine to all the world.
Because Fifo’s really kaput, you know.
He flatlined a real long time ago,
Raul said so.
Fifo is worm food but I said he’s fine.
Fifo’s pushing up daisies, so never mind.
Fifo’s room temperature, but I said he’s fine, mmm.

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Before today, I’d never heard of the artist Victor Huerta Batista, who is based in Cuba. But I like the theme of some of his work, as it reflects the reality of Castro’s Cuba:

In Huerta’s “rampant imaginative world”–as (University of Arizona Museum of Art) curator Lisa Fischman calls it–the whole population of Cuba seems hell-bent on escape, flying pell-mell toward the sea, using every possible means of transportation. A Cuban painter virtually unknown to American audiences, Huerta has filled one small room of the museum with his fantastic visions.

Born in 1972, Huerta grew up in Castro’s Cuba. (Fun fact: The dictator Castro deposed was named Batista, Huerta’s other last name.) And while the painter’s work is not overtly political in the sense that it’s not filled with painted slogans and caricatures, it’s hard not to see the critique in what Fischman calls his “fantasies of escape.” From the makeshift rafts that ordinary Cubans devise to sail to the United States, it’s a short leap to Huerta’s creaky painted flotilla.

Even though I haven’t seen his art, I already like his painting “La barca Habana” (The Havana Boat):

Throw your whole damn city–in this case, Havana–into a giant ship. Include the old cathedral, some grass-thatched cottages and palm trees. String some sunshades across the deck, and set up electric fans to blow the vessel out to sea.

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Now that I’m married to a Jamaican-British beauty, I’m taking a greater interest in happenings on the island.

So I’d like to take this opportunity to ask you to help those harmed by Hurricane Dean. If you live in South Florida, you can drop off non-perishable (canned) food, batteries, flashlights, bottled water and other items at one of the places listed on Channel 7′s website.

If you live outside the area, or prefer to donate cash, please write a check payable to the Jamaica Consulate General (Hurricane Relief) and mail it to their office at 25 SE Second Ave., Suite 609, Miami, FL, 33131.

Thanks. I’ll be posting more updated relief/donation info this evening or tomorrow morning.

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After last year’s song-and-dance over Fidel Castro’s 80th birthday, there isn’t much talk about his eighty-worst now. Granma’s English website just has a silly cartoon and some kiss-up letters from the five convicted spies serving their sentences in the U.S.

Funny, I wonder if they’d publish letters from the political prisoners languishing in Cuba’s prisons.

For that matter, I wonder if El Comandante’s even around today, or if he’s in a much warmer place, where candles would be irrelevant. Either way, unhappy birthday, Fidel. You earned it.

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…since I last posted. A lot has been going on in my life lately, from the miniscule to the humongous:

  • My recent spat with the phone(y) company, as detailed here
  • I’m getting married in a little more than a month
  • I moved to a new place–rather, I’m still in the process of moving in (just got furniture today, for example, after living like a refugee for a week)
  • Gotta work on moving the rest of my stuff junk out of my old place AND THEN fixing it up for sale or renting (the stress of having to pay not one but two mortgages is taking a toll)

So there you have it, my dear readers. I hope you understand and thanks for sticking around.

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I’d like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to the following:

  • My mother
  • My stepmother
  • My soon-to-be mother-in-law
  • My stepsister
  • My sister-in-law
  • Las Damas de Blanco, and any other Cuban mother who suffers because at least one of her children is in one of Castro’s many prisons simply because of what he or she believes
  • Any mother reading this
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The height of absurdity.”

For Granma, it’s more than a headline, it’s their entire philosophy.

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Whatever they want to call themselves–AT&T, BellSouth, HellSouth, POS–they suck.

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t posted in a few days, it’s because my DSL disservice was disconnected. Not for lack of payment on my part, nor because I called to disconnect. But because a new neighbor (I live in a condo) gave them MY address as the address to connect their new disservice.

Of course, when the idiots at the same ol’ same ol’ AT&T looked up my address, they saw existing phone and DSL disservice there.  Well, with existing disservice at an address, you can’t connect new disservice. So they did what came natural: they disconnected my disservice.

I have been fighting with the idiots to restore my disservice ever since. Except now, I want to cancel it and tell them to get lost.

In case you’re wondering, I’m now using Juno’s free service. It’s only slightly slower than AT&T but much cheaper. And unlike AT&T’s DSL, I don’t have to worry about some idiot disconnecting me.

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I suppose it’s okay to criticize ethanol use when it’s President Bush who proposes it, but not when its proposed by Brazil, eh Fidel?

Brazil, a world leader in alcohol fuel, expects to produce a record 5.34 billion gallons of ethanol in the current sugarcane season, up 13.5 percent from the harvest before, the Agriculture Ministry said Friday.

No word from Castro who, thanks to his intestinal ailment, now spews hot air from both ends of his body, not just his mouth.

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Here’s an interesting story–from Pravda:

An exchanged (sic) of gunfire between border guards and drug traffickers aboard a boat off eastern Cuba led to killing of two suspected smugglers and wounding a third.

Here’s a funny line from the article:

“The government of Cuba laments the loss of human life that resulted during the clash caused by this grave criminal act,” the statement said. Cuba nevertheless “ratifies its permanent commitment to the battle against drug trafficking.”

Har, har. Since when does Cuba ever lament the loss of human life? Since when does Cuba battle against drug trafficking? Castro’s growing a sense of humor in his old age, it seems.

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