Just read the most depressing article in the New York Times - in the life-style Food section - about an ordinary woman in the worker’s paradise of Cuba hunting for food for dinner. Dented cans, frozen chicken parts in warm freezers, ground beef extended with soybean and one measly green pepper extolled by the lib reporter as wonderfully tasty compared to lousy American produce. In fact, the reporter was quite taken with Cubans obvious adoration of food due to the fact that they don’t have any. And an hilarious laugh at the ‘folklore’ that when the Soviet Union collapsed, all the pussy cats of Havana disappeared from the streets into the stew pots. Oh, yes, like that has never happened.
I remember reading a story about Cuba many years ago how they are not allowed to catch fish in the ocean. This is a friggin Island nation surrounded by ocean water with lots of tasty fish and it’s illegal for the Cuban to go out and get his own dinner. A new take on teach a man to fish argument. Don’t let the man fish and he’ll be dependent on the socialist paradise that is Cuba....