Got a hate on? What’s not to like about a communist military dictatorship?
My cousin is actually 17 and not 15, which is why it seemed so shocking to me that she seemed so naïve about recent historical events. It therefore shouldn’t have surprised me to see a 23-year-old wondering where the websites for the Cuban Party Wimmens is at.
Young Rafzuh is unlikely to find any Cuban websites about “adult” “wink-wink-know-what-I-mean” resorts, because prostitution officially doesn’t exist – but is nevertheless illegal in Cuba - and furthermore, only the State, and not the citizenry have access to the internet.
Having a rigidly controlled and restricted internet is presumably one of the perks of living in a communist military dictatorship. That, and not having to watch any US television shows.
Despite his complete and possibly willful misunderstanding of my post, I will congratulate Hesitant for noticing that Cuba is completely unlike the Kingdom of Saud, or “now way near” as he puts it, despite both places being somewhat sandy in places. What they do have in common, (the point of my post that zoomed by a couple of feet above his head) is that both have unelected, dynastic rulers-for-life, who allow foreigners a certain latitude of behavior they don’t accord their own citizenry. That is, of course, as long as the foreigners keep it under a certain amount of control, and within the confines of guarded and gated compounds – in the case of Cuba, resorts where the only locals are there to serve beer and clean up.
If Rafzuh doesn’t like my gloomy view, he is absolutely welcome to listen to Hesitant exclusively instead.
Or ask him any other questions he might have at Hesitant’s popular website,
www.ask-a-drunk.com
I wish Hesitant the best of luck in his future visits. I encourage him to ramp up “drunk and boisterous” public behavior” sometime, to “drunk and disorderly public behavior,” just to make me out a fool. Hell, it’s March Break! Urinate in public. Just a little harmless goofiness. Get into a little scuffle with a local. No real harm - no real foul, right? Have his wife or girlfriend flash her tits for his police pals on the Malecon, or get her to do some girl-girl kissing and rubbing and carrying on outside a nightclub, or maybe an impromptu wet Tshirt contest on a public beach, and show the Cuban workers the meaning of “Crazy Canucks!” Believe me, they’ll all get a kick out of it.
And by all means, everybody walk around without photo ID, because Hesitant does, so what the hell. Any body gives you a hard time, say loudly and firmly that you are a Canadian citizen, damn it, and that you have rights! That’ll smarten ’em up! Tell them local laws don’t apply to tourists! Fuck ‘em, know-what I-mean?
Hey, I was just kidding about that communist military dictatorship stuff. Behave however the hell you like. It’s a free country! The Caribbean... Cuba, Costa Rica, the Caymans, whatever… it’s all the same, and it’s all good.
Hasta luego!