It's "El Jefe Day" at Babalú. Today 43 winters ago Val Prieto was born. With the passage of time I have come to regard Val as the benefactor who provided the occasion I needed to start my own blog. Praise would not have done it, for I received enough of that from other quarters and it never moved me to become a blogger. My eviction from Babalú for violating Val's injunction against criticizing the Estefans did the trick because it convinced me that it was impossible to open minds that were not only closed to reason but hostile to it.
If we rightly examine our lives we will all discover that not only those who wish us well have positively impacted them but also those who sought to harm us, for many who aim to kill miss their mark and rather warn us of danger than inflict it. It was so with Val. Only after I was booted from Babalú did I realize in its full dimensions the danger it posed to civil discourse and the terrible account it gave of Cuban exiles to the world. But, worst of all, Babalú's disdain for our countrymen on the island and its willingness to sacrifice them to Castro's bloodlust in order to obtain the boon of walking over their corpses on their triumphal return home, made it apparent to me that their schemes must be exposed and thwarted, and so we have endeavored to do over the last year.
The Review of Cuban-American Blogs owes much to Val's misshot arrow, and, on this his birthday, we acknowledge that debt and pledge ourselves to continue paying him dividends for many more years to come.
Happy Birthday, Val.