Now at the start of every make-believe radio program, the Valalusians pay tribute to me on the show. Henry, stranded at a New York airport, even phoned-in because he said that he feared disappointing me. It is all very touching in its own sick warped way. They are performing their radio charade for my benefit, which is understandable since I am practically the only one who listens to their amateur hour, enduring that ordeal so that I can keep my readers informed of their latest fibs and foibles.
If you wish to subject yourself to the same ordeal, you can do so by visiting Babalú blog and clicking on the Babalú Radio Hour icon. This week's show contains other priceless Kodak moments, such as Val accusing me, the éminence grise of their show, of harboring "an obsession" about them and George Moneo's lecture on penis envy (?) as the cause of the Cold War, surely an argument that Sigmund Freud didn't live to make because he didn't live long enough.
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Manny, I can follow about 15% of the infighting that goes on here. I confuse the players and their blogs (there's Henry, Val, the Universal Spectator, Conductor, Poodle, babalu, and now it looks as tho Ya No Mas is somebody else or a blog -- I thought it was a slogan) and wouldn't even know where to begin to so much as find the radio program you're talking about, let alone follow the arguments.
Maybe you could work up a scorecard, or a Most Wanted page.
I do enjoy the insults and retorts, though.
Fantomas,
I finally find you again after so many years!!! Now tell me, before I bring you to justice. What is your masoquist obsession with “El homber de Maisinicu”. Do you enjoying seeing the betrayal of those that perished fighting for our freedom in a movie that glorify a traitor.
Ah The Babalu Radio Hour, is a damn joke, I can never listen for more than ten minutes, not that I have listened that often, the blather that goes on there is so stupid, you need to have a barf bag ready, and how is it that it paid tribute to you Manuel?
Fantomas,
I am for Las Villas, so I am somewhat familiar with the case of the “Desplazados del Escambray” You are referring to the “comunidad López Peña” amount others in the province or Pinar Del Rio. The wife of one of my friend was one of those unfortunate peoples.
As to the movie, I was only extremely curios for your choice, I also saw the movie premier in Cuba, just that I was older than you perhaps nineteen or twenty, I just remember that I was in College at the time. And as I was watching it I was remembering a student of my father who was captured there and executed by the tyranny, although he was captured earlier than the events portrayed in the film.
As to the scene that you mentioned, I remember when they offered some jam sandwiches and Cokes to the “alzados” in the boat. Since in the audience no one had seen a decent sandwich for years we all started to make some kind of comment or noise at that instant. An employer of the movie theatre had to come in and ask every one to shut up.
While living in Cuba, a film like that could had never being my favorite since I used to go to the move to escape reality, and see how people live in other places of the planet. For me it was a way to undo the constant brainwashing that I was receiving 24 hours a day.
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