Arnold--Cuban-Americans HEAR YA!!

By Humberto Fontova

"I saw communism with my own eyes." Said Arnold Schwarzenegger in his Republican Convention speech yesterday. "I remember the fear we had when we had to cross into the Soviet sector. I was a little boy, I wasn't an action hero back then, and I remember how scared I was that the soldiers would pull my father or my uncle out of the car and I'd never see him again. My family and so many others lived in fear...."

Well, I'm not an action hero even now, Aw-nold, nor are thousands upon thousands of Cuban-Americans. But you know something, Aw-nold? We HEAR YA!! Why should it surprise anyone that those who experienced Communism overwhelmingly skew Republican?

Heck, we've seen crazed demagogues spew the politics of hate, lies and stupidity almost as rabidly as Michael Moore. We've seen the politics of class envy taken almost to Ted Kennedy's taste. We've seen flip-flops: "Death to the putrid Yankees! I'll kill 2 million gringos!!" (Castro while snuggling with Soviet sugar daddy 1962;) "America and Cuba share the goals of peace, trade and friendship."( Castro when stone broke without a sap creditor left to stiff. in 2002. )

But mostly, it's because hundreds of thousands of Cuban-Americans knew Arnold's childhood fear first-hand. Except our fear often shifted to gut-freezing panic, when the Czech machine guns were raised and pointed. Then to a paralyzing desperation, when the Communist goon barked his order. Finally to stark hysteria or a burning rage, when our father or uncle (or even mother or aunt) was ACTUALLY yanked out their cars--or living rooms, or even bedrooms.

And yes, Arnold, it's true. Thousands upon thousands of Cuban-Americans never saw their father, or uncle, or aunt, or brother or cousin again.

You'll often find these people, with itchy noses and red-rimmed eyes, ambling amidst the long rows of white crosses at Tamiani Park in Miami. It's a mini-Arlington cemetery called the Cuban Memorial, in honor of Castro's murder victims. But the tombs are symbolic. Most of the bodies still lie in mass graves dug by bulldozers on the orders of Ted Turner's fishing buddy, George McGovern's bosom pal and Barbara Walter's favored dinner companion.

Never heard of this Cuban Memorial in the mainstream media? Well, it honors the tens of thousands of Fidel Castro's and Che Guevara's victims (many of them U.S citizens, by the way). Need I say more about the media blackout? ....didn't think so.

Some of these Cuban Memorial visitors will be kneeling, others walking slowly, looking for a name. You remember a similar scene from the opening frames of Saving Pvt Ryan. Many clutch rosaries. Many of the ladies will be pressing their faces into the breast of a relative who drove them there, a relative who wraps his arms around her spastically heaving shoulders. Try as he might, he usually finds that the sobs wracking his mother, grandmother or aunt are contagious. Yet he's often too young to remember the face of his martyred uncle, father, or cousin---the name they just recognized on the white cross.

"Fusilado,"(firing squad execution) it says below it. These total 15,000, all at the orders of Michael Moore's number one fan (Fahrenheit 9/11 is shown for free in every movie theater in Cuba, in case you hadn't heard. And why not? Castro himself couldn't confect better anti-Yankee propaganda.) One day a cross with honor all 15,000 martyrs. Even many of the older men walking among these crosses will be red -eyed, choked up. No denying it, we're an emotional people. And not ashamed to show it, at the proper time.

The elderly lady still holds a tissue to her eyes and nose as they wait to cross the street, her re-eyed grandson still has his arm around her. She told him about the "VIVA CUBA LIBRE!" or the "VIVA CRISTO REY!" yelled by his freedom-fighter grandfather the instant before the volley shattered his body. Before his execution date, he'd held out through four days of torture. But refused to rat out his freedom-fighter brothers.

They cross the street slowly, silently and run into a dreadlocked youth coming out of a music store. His T-shirt sports the face of her husband's cowardly executioner. They turn their heads in rage and towards the stores window. Well, there's the murderer's face again, on a huge poster, $20.95 at the bottom.

YOU, friends, tell ME how she might feel?

Another woman will go home after placing flowers under her father's cross--a father she never knew. . "Killed in action, Bay of Pigs, April 18th 1961" reads the inscription on his cross. She was 2 at the time. "We will NOT be evacuated!" yelled her father's commander into his radio that day, as 41,000 Red Troops and swarms of Stalin tanks closed the ring on her father and his 1400 utterly abandoned Band of Brothers. "We came here to FIGHT!" kept yelling her father's commander at the enraged and heartsick CIA man offering to evacuate them from the doomed beachhead. "Let it end HERE!" was his last yell, barely audible over the deafening blasts from the storm of Soviet artillery.

Her 23 year old father--an accountant in Cuba a year before, a dish-washer in a Miami Hotel only two months before-- now grim-faced, thirst-crazed and delirious after 3 days of continuous ground combat heard the order. "NO RETREAT! WE STAND AND FIGHT!!" and rammed in his last clip. By then he'd long realized he'd never see his daughter's graduation.

Halfway through his clip he fell among the bodies of 100 of his Band of Brothers, after mauling his Communist enemies to the score of 20 to one.

"Wimps!-- Yes, Wimps!" The woman hears Michael Moore label her father and his Band of Brothers in one of America's best-selling books. "CRYBABIES Too!"

"Disgusting!" snarls Bryant Gumbel on national TV while referring to her father's surviving comrades of Brigada 2506, who were demonstrating peacefully in front of Elian's Uncle's house 4 years ago.

Again, friends, YOU tell ME, how she might feel.

He murdered her relatives, shattered her family and plunged a nation with double Japan's per capita income in 1958, plus net immigration from Europe, into a pesthole that repels even half-starved Haitians. He jailed, tortured and murdered more political prisoners than pre-war Hitler, and about twenty times as many as Mussolini. He asked, pleaded and finally tried to cajole The Butcher of Budapest into an obliterating Nuclear Strike against America. Failing there, he tried to blow up Macy's, Gimbel's, Bloomingdales and Grand Central Station with more TNT than used by Madrid subway terrorists. He planned these blasts for the day after Thanksgiving 1962. See (http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2003/6/16/152646.shtml) for details.

Yet he's hailed as "One Helluva! Guy," (Ted Turner.) as "Very likable, a man I regard as a friend!' (George Mc Govern.) "Way Too Cool!" (Bonnie Raitt) among dozens upon dozens of other accolades by dozens of other liberal scoundrels and imbeciles.

Tens of thousands of Cubans (and dozens of Americans) fought him. "We were fighting for Cuba's freedom as well as America's defense. To call us mercenaries is a grave insult." says Alabama Air guard officer Albert Persons about he and his Alabama comrades heroism during the battle of The Bay of Pigs. The Ivy League's Best and Brightest might sell our comrades out, they snorted. We sure as hell won't.

It was more than bluster, too. All four flew over the doomed beachhead. All four were shot down. All four have their names in a place of honor next to their comrades on The Bay of Pigs memorial-- plus streets named after them in Little Havana.

Yes, friends, Cuba had her Greatest Generation too. We don't ask for a movie, Mr Spielberg. It's enough that you liberals quit slandering them and trashing their legacy. It's enough that you liberals stop glorifying the mass-murdering cowards who jailed and slaughtered them.

And your free-ride is over, by the way. Your insults and slanders of our parent's generation are coming back at you magnified a thousand times like a giant avenging boomerang. The party's over. We're not sitting back and taking your slanderous Castroite cr*p any longer. Lock and Load (if you people know how, that is.) because just about the time you pinks are finally drying your tears, finally getting over your candidate's ghastly stomping at the polls, you'll get another hearty wallop below the belt. See below for details.

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"Fidel Castro, The Stupid Liberal's Favorite Dictator" by Humberto Fontova to be released by Regnery publishing this winter. "Makes Michael Moore read like Captain Kangaroo!" says one sneak previewer.

Humberto Fontova is the author of The Hellpig Hunt, described as "Powerful and compelling!" by Publisher's Weekly as "Fascinating and Fun!" by the New Orleans Times Picauyune and as "Just what the doctor ordered!" by Ted Nugent.

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