Dear “Anonymous”,
Since you obviously don't know the difference between a declarative and interrogative statement -whether from inadequate education, inbreeding, or cocaine use I can't determine without more details - I'll rephrase your remark. You ask, [Is] Remonstrans ... the only true blog, and Dissidens .... its prophet[?].
The answer is “No.” Remonstans is, as I hinted last night, a cover up operation for Dissidens' shower cap smuggling operations. He supplied disposable shower caps and trial size shampoos to PDF officers under Noriega in the '80s, and ran circles around the Central Intelligence of Hotel Amenities (CIHA) as an idealistic young entrepreneur, running small sewing kits into Cuba in the '60s and '70s. Castro's regime would have fallen apart by its dislocated buttons if Dissidens had not supplied each and every officer with a personal pocket size matchbook containing a small needle and eight different colors of thread. Also useful to spear gnats and roast them over slow burning cigarette lighters, a favorite pastime of elite paramilitary forces on guard duty. In short, the communists would have given up in tatters and boredom a few years into their oppressive takeover if it weren't for the so called 'prophet'.
I met Dissidens at a seedy hotel in Colón in 2002. He was wearing a pinstripe suit under a hotel issue bathrobe, and a large white, hotel insignia bathtowel on his head. He preserved his anonymity with a pair of Groucho Marx glasses, eyebrows, and nose. He waved a Cuban cigar. He spoke contemptuously of the works of John Philip Sousa. “The man has passed his music through the fire to Molech” he spat out, spitting a stream of Cuban tobacco across the lounge and hitting a small, stray dog that tagged after him under the impression that he was Clint Eastwood. I coughed politely. He was actually eating the cigar. That was basically it.
The only reason he's allowed to continue his so called 'blogging activities' under the current administration is because he cuts the national budget in half by keeping the White House in individually wrapped hand soap (the staff are often up in the night doing the Lady Macbeth routine) and Folgers-filled coffee filters.
Stay tuned. I will deal with “Pouty from Paducah” next time. Hang in there Pouty.
Labels: Castro, CIHA, Dissidens, Noriega |
