In Cuba, the tributes to Fidel Castro never disappoint… at least in their surrealism. Among the hundreds that have flooded social media these days, one stood out for its “originality” and lustful tone.
A member of the Revolutionary National Police (PNR) decided to add some "touches of passion" to the dictator's 99th birthday... and she did it literally.
In starched uniform, sunglasses, and a sensual hand, the officer caressed a mural featuring the bearded face of the dictator in his final days. As a message of adoration, the PNR officer wrote on her social media: “Of all the nights I touch you, today I feel you alive.”
The patrolman spared no effort in revolutionary romanticism: he claimed that the deceased commander "has 100 more years of life because of Cuba's struggle" and referred to him as "father" in a message that blends mourning, fanaticism, and a paradoxical display of repressed eroticism.
Freudian psychology applied to Castroism, or Stockholm syndrome dressed in gray? In any case, agent Díaz confessed that she touches the incubus "every night," but apparently, she doesn't always feel it alive. Chilling, or as it's said now... creepy.
The uniform did not go unnoticed in the photograph, shared on his social media by journalist Mario J. Pentón. In it, the official reveals herself to be part of the PNR Patrols.
But it was her publication that turned the repressor into an enthusiast of necrophilic sexting, a mode resulting from the crossover of the regime's propaganda with the lustful fantasies incubated in the patrols of the Ministry of the Interior (MININT).
The cult of personality surrounding Castro reaches new levels of extravagance. If the 99th anniversary of the dictator left unforgettable scenes, like the tribute paid by young communists from Santiago de Cuba taking a dip at El Berraco beach, or the “We miss you, dad” that Raúl Torres belts out in his new acoustic torture, the patrol of affection was not behind in its display of passionate indoctrination.
While the island sinks into blackouts, inflation, and shortages, the MININT communication team seems more inclined to engage in imaginary encounters with the ghost of the Supreme Leader. Because, of course, nothing like “touching” the image of the commander to fulfill the “sacred revolutionary duty” of longing for that deceased figure who has been turned to ashes for almost a decade.
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