Every time I hear this “lady” of Cuban misfortune speak about any subject of “life in Cuba”, I cannot help but think of the thousands of men and women who suffered and continue to suffer the criminal scorn of that fascist dictatorship and who she, like that, like someone who doesn’t want things, tries to minimize, simplify, subvert or justify, removing all traces of evil, as if the suffering of so many human beings were a simple mistake, an innocent blunder or he heals, heals, ass frog of a “revolution that works for the welfare of an entire people.”
You have to be hypocritical, well, not hypocritical because hypocrisy is part of education, you have to be cynical, well, not cynical either, you have to be a damn son of a bitch, a liar, a scoundrel and immoral, yes, to after 63 years of outrages, murders of all kinds, repression, waning quarters, sour milk, suffering, powdered eggs, agonies and despair, to continue justifying a dictatorship that has done nothing but sink an entire nation and its people.
I have always said that one of the main attitudes of the Castroists is opportunistic blindness, that is, looking against the wind so that their eyes do not fill with dirt and to be able to pass the lie detector of life with total “innocence.” ” Well, as the saying goes, eyes that do not see heart that does not feel. This woman is one of those who says that it is a lie that Cuban children only drink milk until they are seven years old, for Mariela it is uncertain that the elderly live in total abandonment with ridiculous pensions and the young flee from the dictatorship en masse in search of freedom.
And that is what Mariela and her criminal relatives have reduced the reality and truth about Cuba to. Mariela Castro is the leading spokeswoman for a very well-structured lie that the regime, the one that she defends so much because it is one of its fundamental parasites, spreads around the world to deceive international public opinion with the existence of a “promised land” where the gratuities are easily collected on the ground, happiness can be grabbed from trees like Eva’s apple, the joy of living sails freely down the Almendares River and eternal life is in sacrifice, more sacrifice, more sacrifice and tighten your seatbelts that whoever does not jump is a yankee and diaz canel bites him.
Mariela Castro is a harpy who does not speak directly, properly, with reason, who menstruates through her mouth and who is a fickle grotesque human being because you have to have a very concretized face to make us believe that she defends gay marriage, in a a country dominated by an iron-clad military dictatorship, of which she is a nomenclature, and that her uncle, her father and her brother Alejandro had nothing to do with the UMAP concentration camps, with the violent repression of homosexuals, with miniskirts of the enemy, with music in English or, simply, that Cuba is an eternal summer to dance and enjoy with the National Symphony.
We Cubans have to constantly silence this skirmish of women, what’s more, we should include her in the category of national shame so that the world knows that she does not speak for us and that she is there, posing as Mariela the list, to cajole the international public opinion and buy time for the disgusting make-up that they have tried to give that horrible dictatorship of Juan with nothing to take effect and that the so-called “succession of power” allows them to continue stealing, manipulating, extorting, corrupting and embezzling the little shit that remains of the suffocated treasure chest of the Cuban nation.
Characters more/less like this one, of the same ilk, are the true achievement of that scavenger-stinking-Castroist revolution, men and women with a fourth moral who have the nerve to ask for donations on behalf of the people of Cuba, votes in favor in the piñatas of the oppressed, who are marked in the queue from four in the morning and if they step on them, rather, their bunions rub, the pussy is shouted in Cuba and the “fanculo” in Italy.