All weekend long we listened to Jimmy Carter, Jesse Jackson, Dr, Jill Stein, and others laud Castro as a great leader, a hero, a beacon of justice!, and a man who loved his country.
Not a hero.
Not a leader.
Had no clue what justice is.
Loved his power; the location was a matter of convenience.
Forget for a moment the thousands of political prisoners he held captive during his oppressive regime. Forget for a minute the thousands of dissidents he murdered in the name of socialism. Forget for a moment the thousands of women he raped. Forget for a little while the millions of Cuban exiles who longed for home, family, culture, and property. Forget just for a time the hundreds of businesses he stole from their rightful owners.
For a moment, forget all that.
But if you’re part of my generation, think back to October of 1962.
Remember your parents; how they felt, what they said, how much closer they hugged you.
In 1962, Castro led the world to the brink of nuclear war. Castro was the Cuban Missile Crisis. It was his doing, his knuckling to pressure from the Soviets that brought our nation to the very cusp of catastrophe.
It was Castro who traumatized a nation.
And though I’ll never forget those he murdered, robbed, imprisoned, and raped – they may fade.
But I will never forget the Cuban Missile Crisis as it forever changed our nation.
I will never call him a hero, a man who loved is country, a leader.
And to call him a “beacon of justice in the shadow of empire” is pure lunacy. And no one who truly loves this nation could possibly feel that way about him.
He was an international terrorist and we should have taken him out decades ago.
Remember President Kennedy on television telling the nation just how close we were to destruction.
And if you don’t remember, or you’ve never heard of this, take 20 minutes to watch this…
…for nearly 19 minutes, John F. Kennedy showed the world what a leader was.
Social media is all abuzz with the story of the little girl who stole some cash from her mom and dad – twice – to buy candy.
The parents can’t punish her by taking away her video games because they are already punishing her for being a child by not letting her have them in the first place.
They can’t punish her by pulling her from her sports teams as it will “…let the teams down…”
So these vunderparents have decided to take a way Christmas!
Here’s a thought…Ephesians 6:4 …And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.
I was starting to write a post on how there really is no war on Christmas, it’s the same old war on Christ that the dark side has been fighting for centuries, but this story got me “slightly” off track.
I’ll save the war on Christmas thing for another day.
I’m sure you’ll love it.
But right now, I’d like to call these asswipes out.
Smack her ass a couple of times, ground her, “let the team down”, and have a Merry Christmas!
No Christmas presents will scar her for life, ruin your relationship with her, and guarantee you just about the crappiest nursing home out there.
And, if the advice above – which is a quote from the Bible – won’t convince you, how about a little advice from Oscar Wilde:
“Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.”