kasstro love the press, the press loves kasstro

I didn't plan to write anything this morning, since I am all caught up in my real life. I mean, work. It becomes all work and no play, because when, well, when I am not at work, I am at work writing for KillCastro.
But I am one of those poor souls who's buying its way out of Purgatory by reading the New York Times every day. I mean, I have to read it to be aware of what happens in this city and how it affects me business-wise. Otherwise, well, I would be kicking back and reading the latest book by Ann Coulter, some blogs, and some dense non-fiction thing. I have to agree with you, the kind of music I like is not what people call concentration aid, and I tend to think a lot about the technical aspects of the musicianship when I listen to music, it happens that the music-listening thing overlaps with my working, or reading-and-writing time, and that becomes a burden because it's like having two minds working at once.
If one of you is a shrink, well, I know you're reaching for your one-fits-all straight jacket. I don't plan to wear it, though. It would make me look French.
Back to the New York Times.
Amazing, how this newspaper is so damn consistent. They loved kasstro from day one, since they invented him. And that's not a wavering fading love. On the contrary, they love him so much there that said love spreaded to Walter Cronkite and Dan Rather. It sounds creepy. I know what you're thinking already.
They also loved Arafat, and that guy has a special love for guys, so I don't know what to think.... Or I know. Many of those writers have a special passion for those Arabian nights, they seemed to be in love with Satan Hussein's two sons, they love Satan a lot, to the point that they haven't never mention Guillermo Fariñas, but Satan Hussein decides to go into a diet to shed all those pounds he gained while in American custody, and there they go, they scream "hunger strike!". I have news for Satan, no matter how much or how little you weight, the hangman's rope will become tense and strung. For the executioner it's exactly the same, he won't be carrying you in his arms. So, enjoy your Doritos while you can.
The Arabian thing brings me to their latest endeavour: they love Osama, they loved Zarqawi, and now they equally love that madman from Iran and his employee of the month, what's-his-face from Hezbollah.
The Hezman. They root for the Hezman. I thought that they would be clever enough to root for the Hebrews, since after all, you can't walk two blocks in NYC without slamming yourself in the face with a Kosher Deli outswinging glass door. But no, they apparently love to eat those shawarmas and all that pita bread. I encourage y'all to write to the NYTimes and to let them know that Ariel Sharon loves shawarma so much that his middle name is actually Shawarma. Whatever, don't tell them anything.
Going back to the New York Times, did you know that kasstro receives it daily?
I would love to know under what kind of exception of that mythical embargo (it's like the unicorn, everybody talks as if they existed, nobody has ever seen one) can kasstro receive the New York Times?
It's safe to assume that he also has a secret love for the Miami Herald.
Now that they told him about that plan of sending signs to Cuba to be displayed everywhere, he's gonna be really grateful. The editor of the Miami Herald can safely bet that he will get a cigar box from fidel and a flower arrangement from raul. How on Earth somebody that is not totally brain dead would think that is a good idea to reveal what you plan to do against kasstro? Now those people are going to be on the lookout for the damn signs and stickers and pick them up quickly. They ruined the surprise factor. Nothing to spoil a surprise party, uh?
At the same time, they ruined the chance of provoking a coronary attack in the tyrant. And gave him more to talk about, as if he didn't talk enough already.