The wonders of the so called embargo.

And there's an embargo, or so they say.
On these days, kasstro's into sport tracksuits as your next door suburban elderly neighbor.
Besides the ever famous and TV perfect Adidas, el Guinero brings to our attention that now Wilson is the object of affection of el barbatruco as far as sport clothing goes.
El Cafe Cubano shows him wearing Mizuno and enjoying the company of Jimmy "the Jews are the culprits" Peanuts Carter. He's also seen wearing a guayabera, in the company of the scarecrow from Georgia, too. And then you ask me why I hate guayaberas. Between los segurosos, el barbatruco, and all the people who had called me several names -from both sides of the fence- while wearing that garment (and mistakenly appropriating it as their personal badge) you've got a better chance to see me jumping from the Brookyn Bridge with two handful of firecrakers than wearing anything by Adidas, Wilson, Mizuno, or a guayabera anytime soon.
The funny part is that Wilson is a very recognizable American brand. Somehow el barbatruco got one of those, maybe some family member in exile sent it to him, maybe some friend of his in the Big Leagues. Who knows.... I mean, your five dolars to Tia Filomena & Tio Pachuco REALLY support the tyranny, as well as that fucking flask of multivitamins and the band aids. But Wilson IS NOT supporting the tyranny in ANY WAYS, MEANS, FORM or SHAPE, when el barbatruco appears publicly cladded in their sportwear. Of course, you won't find any statement by Wilson saying: "I don't really know where that double-assed bastard got the track suit, but we didn't give it to him, and we do not support that murderous mofokkin' fascist".
But it's just me, ranting my life away.... Remember, there's stability in Cuba, and what's more important, there's no mass migration.
And as my friend from Cuba says: "Celebren, celebren mucho, coman mucho y emborrachense, bailen en la calle hasta el amanecer, que para nosotros todo sigue siendo la misma mierda!"