The Nervous Despot
Manolo says, the tyrant he is old. Does he not look most uncomfortable under the confident, watchful gaze of the photographic John Paul?
As the end it approaches for this evil man, he must worry that there is the special place reserved for those who would deny the super fantastic shoes to others.
The Fidelito se pone tan nervioso en frente del papa, no? At least the Fidelito he is not wearing the Cooban Army jacket and hat. And obligatory cigar.
A super fantastically hot place where the wearing of the shoes is not necessary and the Shoes of the Fisherman they are not to be found.
I’m going to presume that “the special place reserved for those who would deny the super fantastic shoes to others,” he would be a greeter at Wal-mart?
Ha! You have made the Manolo laugh!
Fidel is thinking about what he’s going to have at his funeral – which is certainly going to be as grand and celebrated as the pope’s.
I figured it out. Someone just said, “no smoking and we’re out of pork.”
Yes, many, many people will attend Fidel’s funeral — if just to make sure he is dead.
Even more will celebrate it. There will be a lot of dancing by people wearing super fantastic shoes and not so fantastic shoes. But dancing nonetheless.
The Manolo, he strikes again!
When the Castro goes, will we be looking for the red smoke?