Yesterday in an unprecedented breach of blog etiquette Val Prieto visited Killcastro's blog for the expressed purpose of outing him. Under any circumstances it is an unconscionable act deserving of repudiation. In this particular case, however, it is something more -- it is an act of aggression. Val knows that Killcastro and his wife have close family on the island that could be made to answer for his efforts on behalf of all Cubans. Nevertheless, Val chose to expose them to danger and inflict on Killcastro the heartache of knowing that his nearest and dearest could be in jeopardy. What deep animus could compel a man to act thusly, what mixture of envy and guile could drive him to betray someone who had been a friend to him and never said a word against him?
If ever I was persuaded that I had been too harsh on Val, this act of perfidy on his part assured me at once that, if anything, I have been too lenient. No doubt I have underestimated him: not his abilities but his capabilities. He is apparently capable of anything underhanded and devious. He is not merely something to laugh at, ridicule and mock. He is one of history's evil clowns. Behind the mask lurks another mask more hideous and frightful than the one he wears before the world.
In the comment Val left at Killcastro, which Charlie Bravo caught quickly enough to remove the incriminating information from, Val also makes reference to Vana and me. He apparently believes that we are the same person and I could care less. What matters is the safety of Killcastro's family, his friends and acquaintances whose lives Val has endangered by compromising Killcastro's identity.
Killcastro has just posted his reply to Val Prieto and it should be read by all, first, as an object lesson in dignity, and no one is more needful of such an object lesson than Val himself; and second, because of its historic character. I truly believe that this is the "Magna Charta" that will free Babalú's satellites from the potentially dangerous course which they are pursuing by following that errant dead star.
Fearful, as he has every reason to be, that Castro's goons had already moved against his family on the basis of the information furnished by Val Prieto, Killcastro tried to call them and learned that their phoneline had already been tapped. He was unable to contact his wife's family because it does not have a phone; but attempts to reach his contacts on the island who do proved unavailing. As Killcastro concludes, "this ain't looking good."