Díaz-Canel, we got screwed

Díaz-Canel remembers the Puerto Rican in a joke by Álvarez Guedes who, dominated by a voice from beyond the grave, went to San Juan to play roulette; He bet all his money on the number blown by that mysterious presence and lost; although before leaving the casino, it echoed in his ears: We were screwed!

The Cuban president is so in need of giving a shot that he turned a ball game into an anti-imperialist feat to end up like Chacumbeles because he can't connect with the Cubans, who - for the most part - can't stand him or his cooking wife.

A recent hysterical and ill-intentioned harangue; on stage without lectern or barriers with the faithful, where he began to mix balls andstrikes With the March 26 elections, he ended up striking out the most unpopular president of the last Cuban half century; hence his constant religious appeals to the already useless Fidel and Raúl Castro.

Heteam asere It was going well, until Díaz-Canel and Lis Cuesta started mixingwater with husk; privileged Cuban couple who have H2O and eggs in abundance, but this Sunday the team was beaten by the United States, as masterfully recountedhere Michel Contreras.

If there was anyone sensible left in the Palace of the Revolution and surrounding areas, they should recommend it to thePeter Pan of the Minerva dam to avoid overacting, because since she entered the house of the witch of La Güinera; everything has gotten worse for Cubans.

American baseball players are young, healthy, fit people for whom politics are secondary; The Antilleans are also, but they cannot completely escape the unbearable politicking of bread with na: cassava stripers vs philosophers of the Cuban sandwich and vice versa; Let's see if they get married and facilitate a new version of theRight to be born.

The other winner of the game was the Miami public who - the vast majority - went to see ball being played, although in the case of many Cubans they experienced it with their hearts broken in two because the team from their country was fighting for a place in the final. birth and the whole country where they managed to be free, prosperous and happy.

An exceptional Cuban cockerel putscond of punches with three accurate slogans: Long live Cuba Libre, Díaz-Canel singao and Patria y Vida!; without the need to offend the players, and making it clear who the opponent is; without the television being able to overlap or hide the size of the tear.

On March 26, Díaz-Canel will beout by rule; and he already lost; because many Cubans have discovered their tricks to try to force them to vote for people who cannot solve the real problems of the nation; including the more than a thousand compatriots imprisoned for their ideas.

The rain this Sunday in Havana, ruining the giant government screens; spending the little available light absurdly; It is an omen; although there will be no shortage of guatacas on duty who will say: president, even climate change is against us, but we will defeat it!

Every totalitarian uproar obeys the need of the vociferant to drive away the fear that grips him and; The more droopy he is, the more he screams; confusing a game with reality confirms the political abnormality that Cuba has suffered since 1959.