Dollars for what?

Tardo-Castroism is the estranged couple of the United States; He spends his life criticizing him, but he cannot live without his dollars, to the point of perpetrating his penultimate attempt at Cabinets, the true ideology of the oldest dictatorship in the West.

That a government must authorize, prohibit and readmit citizens to have accounts in foreign currencies, proves its totalitarian and cazuela character, as it has been doing with Cubans for 62 years; preventing them from being adults and exacerbating their condition as soldiers of bread and na'.

He Central Bank statement, full of simplony and political fiction, lies shamelessly when attributing the decision to the overcoming of the COVID-19 pandemic, a tourist revival and gradual recovery of productive and service activity.

The language and the forms are reminiscent of those legendary Havana pickpockets who boarded the buses dressed in Denim, hats and smelling of Yardley; and they were fleecing the passengers, whom they greeted with extreme courtesy at the exact moment of the outburst.

A priori, the business seems good for the pirates of the Caribbean, but few Cubans will fall into the trap of handing over their valuable dollars to those who plundered the Republic, impoverished them so that they would leave or be obedient, and have attacked them with various forms of scams and misappropriation.

The forced expropriations of 1950-60 and 1968 remain uncompensated, the impoverishment caused by the exchange of money was never repaired, the multiple looting with modalities such as gold and silver stores has never been compensated; only perfected with the exploitation of remittances and telephone recharges and the banditous consular fees so that emigrants pay for the anti-Cuban Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

If anyone still doubts the evil of the olive-green and guayaberada caste, they should only reflect on the misdeeds of paying salaries and pensions in useless Cuban pesos and selling food, medicine and other basic necessities in expensive US dollars.

A few days ago, Marrero - who opens his mouth and the bread rises - committed the audacity of criticize private market prices, being the prime minister of a gang of outlaws that assaults Cubans daily.

Calvino, erased from OFICOLA by a shot of bureaucratic melancholy, should psychonalize comrade Marrero who - despite having a new girlfriend and from Publicitur - still cannot find the right tone for his lying litanies of a consummate pancista.

The baba without okra usually uses the noise of economic dependence on the United States, before 1959, but avoids recognizing that Soviet colonialism was more harmful than North American colonialism, which - at least - provided the country with modernity and efficiency. Let's not talk about inequality, because that drawer is full of cockroaches.

The penultimate scam smells like a financial corralito to collect the enemy's currency because summer is just around the corner and Havana and other cities can heat up to the sound of desperation; that will try to be relieved by the cowed government with dispensed beer and other trifles of creative resistance.

At least, savers who decide to risk their fortunes in base metal will have the tremendous privilege of having institutions as solvent and prestigious as the National Bank that was from Cuba, where behind every gesture of the government there are one or several outrages, without lose the reflection of the majá lowering the little blind hens that prowl the stick.