Cuba


With the stabilizing of American relationships with my country  of Cuba, what does God think?
I  trust His mouth but don’t  trust what comes from the mouths of politicians.
Tragically my default is not to believe  them until I get results.
But who should believe Pinocchio, anyhow?
What are the political motives  to normalize relationship? Only God knows.
The Castro brothers are driven by the dollar that will supplement a failed pipe dream.
I am bothered that the pope stuck his hand into this. His motives might be good, I don’t know.
The fact that politicians and pope can work out political deals, demonstrates the little that we know about what occurs.
I celebrate the lifting of the embargo for the sake of my fellow Cuban, who will have more breathing room.
In retrospect , the fifty year restriction did very little good.
A surge in the free market system which has  been veiled from my people might motivate them to revolt against the despotic Castro’s.
I got this from a friend which caused me to reflect on how God sees it.
“We have prayed against the principalities and ruling powers in Cuba and for salvation for the people. This could be a big breakthrough.”
God will exploit this move to open the island to a greater move of the Spirit and strengthen economically His church.
Cuba is experiencing revival, but the church dwells in poverty.
The possibilities are now endless if Cuba’s Christian leaders use them wisely.
How will it materialize in light that deals are brokered by ultra-corrupt politicians?
We will wait and see.
I am not counting my chickens till I see them hatch.

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Repression in Venezuela ( Now In English )


Most of the You Tube videos coming out of Venezuela are in Spanish. This one has English sub titles. I still don’t know why our government and media have institutes a blackout on a crisis that is worse than the one in Ukraine. This is an overview on what happens on Venezuela. If you feel led to share do so, and let the English speaking world know what is happening to our Western hemisphere neighbor, Venezuela.

Why Socalism Does Not Work Work In A Fallen World: My Talk With a Cuban


I had the privilege of praying for a husband and wife who not only recently arrived from Cuba, but who visited the island a week ago.

What the man told me confirmed what Ive always known

“Look, the Communist socialist system does not exist”, he said. “What you have are opportunistic people who have created a system that promises collective altruism but that really is a device to tyrannize people and enrich themselves as they subjugate the nation into poverty, by stealing from them, under their sham creation.”

The likes of Maduro, Chavez or the Castros are not socialists, neither are they communists. They are fat cat capitalists, the real opportunists, who have learned to dupe a nation into believing the lies of self-sacrificing socialism until they make the playing field so uneven, that the only ones who can play in it is them.

Socialism can only work when it leaders have impeccable character, and when their hearts are in the right place with the people whom they lead.

I have never seen this.

This can only occur in a world where the sinful nature of people is dealt with by the Lord Jesus Christ.

The socialism that we have in place is what this gentleman correctly called, the opportunism of opportunistic people.

Therefore, because we live in such in a fallen world, free market enterprise is the only system that will work until Jesus comes back.

In the free market system, you have the same corrupt opportunistic people. Yet everyone who wants to be opportunistic has the same opportunity.

Free market enterprise gives a level playing field to all opportunistic people who want to practice opportunism.

The so-called communist socialist model, only affords the playing field to the opportunists on the top.

If you look at our own American politicians who preach income inequality, big government, aid to all, and benefits to the poor, their vacations are grossly extravagant, their salaries are in the millions and their corruption stinks to the highest heavens. They are the biggest of opportunists, they are fat cat capitalists.

I say level the playing field for all opportunists, endorse free market enterprise, lest the few free market opportunists at the top endorsing phony socialism will starve and subjugate all of us into the extinction through land grabs, execution, torture and jails.

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A Tale Of Fidel and the Ice Cream.


I once heard a story about El Comandante Fidel Castro. This is how he indoctrinated young Cuban children.

His soldiers, named “milicianos’,  would visit Cuban elementary schools.

They would gather the children and ask them, “who of you believe in God?” Every little hand jettisoned to the air. “Who here loves ice cream?” . Even quicker than before, little arms shot up, giggles and wide eyes staring into soldiers’ faces.

“Well, close your eyes, bow your heads, and pray to God to bring you ice cream now!” Dutifully, little heads bowed down, as the children prayed in earnest.

“Now, open your eyes”, retorted a soldier. Of course, there was no ice cream.

“Now, pray to Fidel Castro, and ask him to bring you ice cream!” Little heads and hearts stooped once again. “Now open your eyes!” Every soldier held a sumptuous ice cream cone.

Postscript:

There are a few things which I remember from my homeland. We fled penniless when I was six. Castro nationalized both of my father’s businesses.

As we exited the Jose Marti Airport to come to Miami, Castro’s men called us worms.

I remember the bomb that went off at the Havana harbor when I was watched the Three Stooges at a movie theater.  We ran outside to see broken glass and the wailing of ambulance sirens.

I remember when Castro’s soldiers barged into our upper class home, and ransacked our drawers and closets.

I remember hearing stories of Castro having dump trucks collide into each other in the middle of the night, in my neighborhood, to frighten the wealthy.

I remember the great Cuban singer, Benny More, mercilessly beaten to death in a Cuban prison.

I remember my grandmother’s school, El Instituto Edison, one the finest in the nation, stolen from her.

I remember people making coffee from ground black beans.

I remember women as they fled Cuba being stripped search in their private parts for hidden jewelry.

I remember people still driving cars from the 1950’s.

I remember a nation that is silent, for it lives in terror of a government that will imprison, torture or kill its people, if it speaks out against it.

These socialists preach wealth distribution to all expect themselves. Every single one of them are millionaires.

Every single one of them successfully disarmed their nations through gun control while remaining armed to the hilt and quickly subjugated the country, through gun control.

For those of you in America who love Castro, or Che Guevera, who was a hyper racist, and cherish the utopic socialist dream, I pray that you won’t eat the wrong ice cream.

A Tale Of Fidel and the Ice Cream.


I once heard a story about El Comandante Fidel Castro. This is how he indoctrinated young Cuban children.

His soldiers, named “milicianos’,  would visit Cuban elementary schools.

They would gather the children and ask them, “who of you believe in God?” Every little hand jettisoned to the air. “Who here loves ice cream?” . Even quicker than before, little arms shot up, giggles and wide eyes staring into soldiers’ faces.

“Well, close your eyes, bow your heads, and pray to God to bring you ice cream now!” Dutifully, little heads bowed down, as the children prayed in earnest.

“Now, open your eyes”, retorted a soldier. Of course, there was no ice cream.

“Now, pray to Fidel Castro, and ask him to bring you ice cream!” Little heads and hearts stooped once again. “Now open your eyes!” Every soldier held a sumptuous ice cream cone.

Postscript:

There are a few things which I remember from my homeland. We fled penniless when I was six. Castro nationalized both of my father’s businesses.

As we exited the Jose Marti Airport to come to Miami, Castro’s men called us worms.

I remember the bomb that went off at the Havana harbor when I was watched the Three Stooges at a movie theater.  We ran outside to see broken glass and the wailing of ambulance sirens.

I remember when Castro’s soldiers barged into our upper class home, and ransacked our drawers and closets.

I remember hearing stories of Castro having dump trucks collide into each other in the middle of the night, in my neighborhood, to frighten the wealthy.

I remember the great Cuban singer, Benny More, mercilessly beaten to death in a Cuban prison.

I remember my grandmother’s school, El Instituto Edison, one the finest in the nation, stolen from her.

I remember people making coffee from ground black beans.

I remember women as they fled Cuba being stripped search in their private parts for hidden jewelry.

I remember people still driving cars from the 1950’s.

I remember a nation that is silent, for it lives in terror of a government that will imprison, torture or kill its people, if it speaks out against it.

These socialists preach wealth distribution to all expect themselves. Every single one of them are millionaires.

Every single one of them successfully disarmed their nations through gun control while remaining armed to the hilt and quickly subjugated the country, through gun control.

For those of you in America who love Castro, or Che Guevera, who was a hyper racist, and cherish the utopic socialist dream, I pray that you won’t eat the wrong ice cream.

Fidel Castro and The Occupy Wall Street Protests


In rich capitalistic and greedy America:

The protesters are using the park free of charge owned and operated by wealthy NYC capitalists and corporation owners.

They are eating five star foods which usually only rich corporation owners consume. This food is being donated to them.

Their moneys are being transacted through wealthy banks and their wealthy owners.

There are utilizing the electronic media developed by wealthy entrepreneurs and their rich corporations.

They are being afforded gracious liberty and leeway by a super wealthy mayor.

In poor socialistic and ideologically benevolent Cuba:

The protesters would not have access to protest. If they did so, they would be hauled off to one of Castro’s jails.

They would all share the chicken that the Cuban govt. rations once a month. The five star food is only for tourists and for Castro and his cronies.

The banks are nationalized. Castro would not allow them a penny to protest.

There is no capitalistic entrepreneurship. The electronics come from the 1950’s.

If opposed, the mayor of Havana would cut off their heads!

Ideologies are wonderful on paper, until the rubber meets the road.

Viva la revolucion!

Saul Alinskys’s Fifth Rule For Radicals


I’ve been baffled at why there is  much mocking and ridicule from the “mainstream media’  and  liberal folks.

I never think of myself mocking anybody.

Ridicule, when it’s done against the foolish and unfounded is bad enough.

It is rude, and disgraceful to mock.

God admonishes people to honor one another.

Ex 20:12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Good leaders take time with a rival in trying to nobly answer his queries.

When millions asking fundamental questions of Mr. Obama’s leadership are derided, and become a buffoonery, I’ve scratched my head in disbelief.

I thought that any decent  leader takes time to respond to the uncertainties of those whom he leads.

The burden of  proof usually begins with the leader.

Lo, and behold, today  I got my answer.

It comes from Saul Alinsky’s “Rules  for Radicals.” It’s rule number five.

Take a look for yourself.

“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.” There is no defense. It’s irrational. It’s infuriating. It also works as a key pressure point to force the enemy into concessions.

Now, you know.