Babaloo's Waterloos: Its Putrid Carnival

By now everyone is aware that Babalú has banished yesterday's "Squashing the Losers" post to its secret archives along with that priceless caricature. Very soon its secret archives will be bigger than the Vatican's. If they keep them closed for 1000 years maybe everybody will forget about Val's cybernetic terrorist attack on Killcastro and his family. At least, that's the plan. It may work in a thousand years but it isn't going to work today.

Of course, some of us are good at forecasting the moves of the Babalunians. It almost seems embarrassing to say so since it is akin to bragging that one can outsmart his neighbor's dog. You thought I was going to say children, but I hold their native genius in too high esteem to make that comparison. But, yes, I saved the expunged post and shall use it to good effect whenever the opportunity presents itself, which may be my next post. Its contents became so toxic to Babalú at the end and Henry himself so unhinged that there was no choice but to retire it. Too bad for them that they cannot lobotomize all their readers or do to their other critics what they did to Killcastro.

And now Val makes it all into a great joke, laughing at the wounds that he himself inflicted; and he is joined in that putrid carnival (feast of flesh-eaters) by Alberto de la Cruz, cubanology, fantomas and Robert Molleda (he has not commented yet, but he will). And Ziva, too (ah, these autos-da-fé!). Of course, laughing at your enemy's pain, dehumanizing and objectifying him, is one of the weapons of totalitarianism. And it can also be used by petite tyrants like Val and his retinue of bootlickers.

What a sorry spectacle they present to the world of our aspirations for Cuba. How they demean us all and our cause by just being themselves.