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Still think San Francisco is a normal place?
Then read Happy Birthday Fidel from the San Francisco Sentinel.
August 14, 2006
Cuba’s President Fidel Castro, the world’s longest reigning leader, celebrated his 80th birthday yesterday from the confines of a hospital bed after undergoing surgery stemming from reported gastrointestinal bleeding.
In honor of Castro’s achievements - a socialist revolutionary who overthrew the corrupt government of Fulgencio Batista in 1959 and led the transformation of Cuba into a one-party socialist republic - San Franciscans across the political divide paid tribute to Castro during a spectacular evening ensemble of music, song, dance and poetry, including poetic recitals from San Francisco Poet Laureate Jack Hirschman.
Dance Brigade headlined the evening’s lineup performing a graceful mix of dance to a rhythmic assortment of Cuban standards while archival film footage of Castro was simultaneously projected onto a 30 foot canvass screen.
Why are they called the Green Party? Shouldn’t it be the Red Party?
Krissy Keefer, Dance Brigade co-founder and Green Party candidate for the 8th U.S. Congressional District, wrote the performance’ accompanying monologue.
Some of you may be inclined to laugh this off as another example of those kooky San Francisco and Berkely types just being their nutty selves. Personally I don’t see anything funny or cool about celebrating the birthday of a mass murderer and dictator.
Val Prieto guest blogging at Michelle Malkin has much more.
Unfortunately, fidel castro and socialism adulation is not unique to minorities. There are plenty of “white” Americans that suffer from that disease. There are the Hollywood set: the Kevin Costners, the Steven Spielbergs and the Oliver Stones. There are the Cindy Sheehans and Code Pinkers. There are the Noam Chomsky-ites. The list is heartbreakingly long. You’ll find plenty of examples in the archives of this blog and Babalu as well as in Michelle’s “Unhinged” and David Horowitz’s “The Professors” to name just a few. It’s not as much craving for socialism but sheer, unbridled anti-Americanism.
I’ve coined a term for people like the ones in the San Francisco and Harlem celebrating fidel castro’s birthday: Vicarious Communists (or Marxists, or Socialist or fidelistas. The terms are interchangeable.)
The unfortunate result of the actions of these Vicarious Communists, like the poetry reading, guitar strumming, lyrical dancing, America bashing, all is well and beautiful in fragrant in fields of flowers folks in the San Francisco link above is that while they use their freedom of expression and thought, as is their right as Americans, there are people in countries like Cuba who suffer the consequences. There are people who have no freedom of expression, they have no freedom of thought, they have no freedom of association. It is they who pay the price of the anti-American Americans.
It is, for some, quite easy to love a fidel castro from afar, but it’s a whole different ballgame for those who have to endure the “world’s longest reigning revolutionary leader.”
Well said Val.
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