Gerardo Hernández Nordelo, a failed spy and national coordinator of the Committees for the Defense of the Revolution (CDR), is concerned as the 64th anniversary of the organization he leads approaches, knowing that Cubans despise it and are increasingly distancing themselves from it.
Since their inception, the CDR have been intended for what is known as "revolutionary vigilance," accumulating decades of harmful influence in society as cells of control and denunciation within the repressive framework of the Cuban totalitarian regime.
Riding on the wave of effective propaganda and the happy times of the "pipeline" of subsidies from the "socialist camp," the CDR initially succeeded in becoming a functional organization within the totalitarian system being forged under the aegis of dictator Fidel Castro.
However, 64 years later, Cubans see the "committees" as a breeding ground for neighborhood informants, a tool of the vampire-like nature of Castrosim, which drains the blood and soul of the Cuban people, aiming to turn each neighbor into the police of the other. If they still exist, it is due to the overwhelming power of the dictatorship's repressive machinery.
Who is on duty these days? Which parents enroll their children in the organization when they turn 16? What Clic Patrol, what Red Sunday, what meeting, what celebration of what? No one is interested in that anymore, and Hernández Nordelo knows it, but he insists that they are making progress in programs for collecting "raw materials" and "blood donations."
Discredited like the official press, the government of the so-called "continuity," or its "leader" Miguel Díaz-Canel, the Cuban people disdain the CDR as grotesque organizations that attempt to perpetuate a caste of mafiosos in power under the laughable pretext of "defending the revolution."
Being a "cederista" in Cuba today is an anachronism or an insult to the vast majority of people. Those who still fit that role are only pathetic beings—disoriented elderly, opportunists with base ambitions, and, leading them, a wretch with blood on his hands and coconut water in his skull.
"We are urging everyone not to overlook this date, despite the country's difficulties and the moments we are experiencing, regardless of economic issues. We hope that people, with the enthusiasm that has always characterized Cubans, will not let this date go unnoticed right in their neighborhoods," said the national coordinator on the Cuban Television News (NTV) this Wednesday.
In an effort to disguise the plea as a cheerful invitation, Hernández Nordelo emphasized, “Just because these are difficult times doesn’t mean we should forget about that celebration of community, of the neighborhood, which has always characterized Cubans.”
All this propaganda is echoed on his social media, where he is seen celebrating with a handful of supporters over a stew, dancing in casino circles, and visiting "community leaders" who receive an extra share of whatever it is, in exchange for whatever it is. And "paloquesea Fidel, paloquesea."
"‘We are all cederistas!’" Hernández Nordelo shouts on his social media, and his insignificant band of trolls applauds, while Cubans await the shipment, the remittance, or the parole that will rescue them from the hell created by a gang of twisted and mediocre agitators.
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