Fun With Politics: Fidel Castro, a Failed Obama Burn and More U.S. Hate

Welp, that fantasy about Cuba didn't last long.

[PHOTO: AP Photo/Ramon Espinosa]

[PHOTO: AP Photo/Ramon Espinosa]
[PHOTO: AP Photo/Ramon Espinosa]
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Last week, the news cycle was spinning on overdrive with President Obama’s excursion to Cuba. While this would prove to be a very polarizing trip, Obama made nice with communist dictator Fidel Castro’s brother, Raul, who is currently president of Cuba.

Through a litany of meetings, mismanaged press conferences, and limp-wristed victory celebrations, things went relatively well.

The media was pleasant. The fanfare was kind. And the hope was lofty. So, why does it surprise anyone that Raul’s older brother woke from his not yet grave to spit on the entire thing?

According to AP, Obama’s visit and glad-handing with Fidel’s brother invoked a 1,500-word diatribe that was posted in the Cuban newspaper:

The 1,500-word letter in state media titled “Brother Obama” was Castro’s first response to the president’s three-day visit last week, in which the American president said he had come to bury the two countries’ history of Cold War hostility.

Fidel Castro writes of Obama: “My modest suggestion is that he reflects and doesn’t try to develop theories about Cuban politics.”

Castro reviews his greatest hits — the Bay of Pigs, bombing of Cuban airliners, raging genocide, and embraced his heroes of Gomez, Guevara, and Chavez. What’s not to like about this old, cantankerous fart? Namely when he tells the United States “we don’t need the empire to give us any presents.”

“No one should pretend that the people of this noble and selfless country will renounce its glory and its rights,” Fidel Castro wrote. “We are capable of producing the food and material wealth that we need with work and intelligence of our people.”

It’s a little like being visited by Mormon missionaries at your house on a Saturday afternoon. Sure, the boys are nice and polite, but when it comes down to it, you will still sit there in your recliner shouting “Get off my lawn!”