Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
My Grandparents: Real-life action-movie heroes...
My grandparents emigrated from Cuba in 1962 with little more than the clothes on their backs and a sense of urgency. After the people of Cuba found out that Castro was not what he had advertised, my grandparents joined the counter-revolution. My grandfather was a Tufts trained oral surgeon who shared a practice with his father. In addition to sharing a practice, my grandfather and his father shared their name and lived in a building with their office on the first floor, his father on the second floor and my grandfather on the third. My grandmother was the only daughter of a fairly wealthy land owner. To protect his parents my grandfather kept his neighbors in the dark. All the while, fugitives were hiding in my granparent's apartment on their way to safer locations. Work was being done to stockpile weapons. Inteligence regarding the construction of missle bases was being passed along to the US Navy politcal atache... A whole year before Kennedy took any heroic action in the Cuban missle crisis... after he doomed the bay of pigs to failure... All this was done with a one year-old in tow and 4 other daughters on 'vacation' in Miami with their grandmother. That trip was financed with the pencils that the little girls carried: My great grandfather bored out the center of 4 pencils and put a couple $100 bills in each so that they would have money when they arrived in ther states. Needless to say my greatgrandmother confiscated those pencils as soon as the got on the plane. As a mother of 5 my grandmother was the proud owner of the last GE washing machine to be had in Cuba, one possesion she missed very much upon going into exile.
Things were going well; even the close calls went in their favor. In one case, a former airforce general of Fidel's defected and my grandparents set him in the house of a lady known as 'La Alemana' or the German lady. One day, Castro's militia working off the tip of an informant, decided to search the house. The man of the house had gone to the store and he general told the lady to keep clear because he wasnt going down without a fight; so he took his gun and hid in a closet. There were three militia men armed with machine guns. One of them made the mistake of searching the closet. Another came to inspect the noise, and the third was rather confused by all the racket. Three dead bodies littered the floor. The general picked up a machine gun, darted out of the house and comandeered a car with two very nervous ladies driving. Ducked down in the back seat he ordered them to drive off. La Alemana climbed over the dead bodies, fetched her german passport and was off to the embassy. Her husband figured out what to do when he came home to a line of police cars in front of his house.
The Cuban version of the KGB was known as the G2, and at this point in time they were less than sophisticated. But they came to my grandfather's office asking for him by name; my greatgrandfather of the same name came forward. The G2 men were a little confused, so they left. That night at dinner, my greatgrandfather recounted this incident to his son as if it were nothing. My grandfather credits this moment as being the cause for his need of open heart surgery 35 years later. Fourtunately, my grandparents knew the Peruvian ambassador. After a bit of conspiring with the ambassadors wife, they managed to divert the attention of the policeman outside the embassy enough to get in with some luggage. The next two months were spent in a gilded cage, but finally Peru decided to break ties with Cuba. And it was time to leave. My grandmother talked about changing their names and hiding in the countryside. But the plan was to get out of the country. As you can imagine the trip to the airport was terrifying, but they made it. And they tell these stories laughing at every bit when the could easily have been killed.
Things were going well; even the close calls went in their favor. In one case, a former airforce general of Fidel's defected and my grandparents set him in the house of a lady known as 'La Alemana' or the German lady. One day, Castro's militia working off the tip of an informant, decided to search the house. The man of the house had gone to the store and he general told the lady to keep clear because he wasnt going down without a fight; so he took his gun and hid in a closet. There were three militia men armed with machine guns. One of them made the mistake of searching the closet. Another came to inspect the noise, and the third was rather confused by all the racket. Three dead bodies littered the floor. The general picked up a machine gun, darted out of the house and comandeered a car with two very nervous ladies driving. Ducked down in the back seat he ordered them to drive off. La Alemana climbed over the dead bodies, fetched her german passport and was off to the embassy. Her husband figured out what to do when he came home to a line of police cars in front of his house.
The Cuban version of the KGB was known as the G2, and at this point in time they were less than sophisticated. But they came to my grandfather's office asking for him by name; my greatgrandfather of the same name came forward. The G2 men were a little confused, so they left. That night at dinner, my greatgrandfather recounted this incident to his son as if it were nothing. My grandfather credits this moment as being the cause for his need of open heart surgery 35 years later. Fourtunately, my grandparents knew the Peruvian ambassador. After a bit of conspiring with the ambassadors wife, they managed to divert the attention of the policeman outside the embassy enough to get in with some luggage. The next two months were spent in a gilded cage, but finally Peru decided to break ties with Cuba. And it was time to leave. My grandmother talked about changing their names and hiding in the countryside. But the plan was to get out of the country. As you can imagine the trip to the airport was terrifying, but they made it. And they tell these stories laughing at every bit when the could easily have been killed.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Being on drugs (prescribed of course) is a weird experience. It is difficult to express my thoughts clearly and accurately.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Speaking of India...
India is one of the fastest growing nations (economically speaking) and their population shows no indication of slowing down either. Couple this with an extremely nationalistic population, the spells strife in Asia. India already near to blows with Pakistan, China and India aren't on the best of terms. And just for good measure there are nut cases ruling in Iran and Korea. Japan also is looking to rebuild its military after a 60 hiatus, including changing their constitution to allow for pre-emptive strikes (on N Korea in particualr). Israel would love nothing better than to bomb the hell out of Iran. Unfortunately the US will be stuck in the middle of ALL of this. And it is nice and convenient that Hugo "Bush is the Devil" Chavez is stirring things up in Latin America. Not just in Venezuela but in all of Latin America. In most elections in Latin America the major platforms are either Pro-Chavez or Pro-USA. Confidence in the Dollar is weakening even though the economy is showing signs of growth in every other sector.
Why doesn't everyone just chill out.
Why doesn't everyone just chill out.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
THE SIIIMPSOOONNNS....
For a second I thought that I was suffer from bonus eruptus, when I realized that it was just amazment at how the Simpsons have superliminally influenced our language in a Führerific by achieving the unpossible in introducing a slew of neologisms to our language. The blatant introduction of these neologisms has been so sacralicious that even the word Kwyjibo has been introduced into our language as the ultimate scrable word. It doesn't take a scientian to figure out that many of the words have been yoinked from other sources but the Simpsons have been essential in embiggening our vocabulary by popularizing them and turning them into perfectly cromulent words.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Faith and absolute truth
How is it that some one can claim to have a religion, a belief that necesitates one to believe in certain 'truths' and live a certain lifestyle in order to avoid eternal punishment, and claim that one religion is as good as any other? What ground does a person who claims this have to stand on? NONE! Any Judeo-Christian (including Islam) belief has some aspects to it which makes other religions, Judeo-Christian or otherwise, untennable. If a religion promises eternal life or eternal damnation depending on how one lives his life and if that religion is opposed to all others in some way, then that religion must also claim to be THE ONE TRUE RELIGION. If the religion does not do this, the religion is hypocritical and essential flawed.
This is essential connected to the other thing on my mind: Should some one deny the existence and necessity of absolute truth in an attempt to claim that one religion is as good as any other and depends only on the subject or that abortion isn't murder or some other absurd position, they make a self defeating argument. The argument in it self is not necessary, it is the conclusion that is the source of their defeat. In claiming that there is no absolute truth, they declare a truth that is absolute. Should they make an excpetion, that too is an absolute truth. Exceptions which are absolute truths must be made ad infinitum.
This is essential connected to the other thing on my mind: Should some one deny the existence and necessity of absolute truth in an attempt to claim that one religion is as good as any other and depends only on the subject or that abortion isn't murder or some other absurd position, they make a self defeating argument. The argument in it self is not necessary, it is the conclusion that is the source of their defeat. In claiming that there is no absolute truth, they declare a truth that is absolute. Should they make an excpetion, that too is an absolute truth. Exceptions which are absolute truths must be made ad infinitum.
Friday, November 10, 2006
There is no legitamate conservative party in the US
By and large, the United States of America is a conservative country. You might ask, 'How can you say that after this most recent election?' Well, I would like to point out that in three states (Wi, Co and Va) Republicans, i.e. members of the so-called conservative party, lost while ammendments banning gay marriage passed.
Think about it.
Think about it.


