Tomorrow is the high holy day of Cuban Commie-dom.
Cuba’s blogger in chief is either too busy writing his reflections or too sick to attend the official celebrations which will be lead by his brother Raul.
Though you may get depressed that Fidel has been able to cheat the reaper for a year, enjoy that the once omnipotent dictator has been relegated to playing the part of the track suit clad mascot and cheerleader of his own “revolution” with one foot in the grave and the other in the trash heap of history. At least Guevara died with his boots on.
Other than the adulating foreign press few will be nostalgic for Castro’s multi-hour speeches so the only winners tomorrow will be the Cubans that will be spared the traditional mid-summer day sermon.
This past year, though frustrating, has had the feel of the proverbial calm before the storm. And a storm is a coming.