You posed yourselves (in radical English) with fellow-travelers on the barricades. recalling bygone barrio fusillades though you speak only red diaper Spanish… Beholding the party cooperative where ****** tourists are shown Cuban truth, you cherished the lies of your leftist youth, half-informed, predictably progressive. Stuffed full of radicalized rice and beans, flatulent, dreaming of ignoble Che you charmed the sultry proletarian queens. In your new Guayabera, bonafide, you hailed the revolutionary day; pale thorn in the suffering People’s side…