As we had predicted, Fidel Castro has declined to "aspire" to the presidency which has been awarded unanimously to him since 1976 at the annual meeting of his rubber-stamp "people's assembly." He is going to relinquish that office which he once disdained and made disdainful by bestowing it on the lowest and most docile of his lickspittles; but assumed eventually himself because it would raise him, protocal-wise, at least, to the status of democratically-elected presidents at world summits and guarantee him a 21-gun salute when visiting foreign countries. Such was the practical use of the title "president" to him. Of course, he could have taken any other that title that pleased him from pasha to majarahah; absolute power was always in his hands. How he chose to express it, that is, how he packaged himself, was always his choice. Now he has chosen no longer to represent himself as "president." Whatever he has been since his physical and mental decline, Castro will continue to be. The Communist system embodies him now as much as the rotting carcass in which his fetid soul resides. Nothing has changed for him or Cuba. Nevertheless, he will be praised and congratulated for his decision by friends and enemies alike. Much will be made of Castro's "retirement" by the world media: "the end of an era" and such. Of course, nothing has ended least of all the crucible borne by the Cuban people for nearly 50 years. Not even Castro himself has ended.
I hope sincerely that my countrymen in Miami will not be fooled by this empty gesture and celebrate this event as some kind of opening or hopeful sign. It is not. When a hole is finally dug in the ground for him, celebrate then, although that will not mean the end of Communist tyranny either, at least it will mean the end of the tyrant.