joe Garcia is democrat, and of the worse kind, he is a Cuban/Democ-rat
A communist paradise 90 miles from Florida (read the full article)
The Last Communist City
A visit to the dystopian Havana that tourists never see
http://www.city-journal.org/2014/24_2_havana.html
By MICHAEL J. TOTTEN
Spring 2014
I’ve always wanted to visit Cuba—not because I’m nostalgic for a botched utopian fantasy but because I wanted to experience Communism firsthand. When I finally got my chance several months ago, I was startled to discover how much the Cuban reality lines up with Blomkamp’s dystopia. In Cuba, as in Elysium, a small group of economic and political elites live in a rarefied world high above the impoverished masses. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, authors of The Communist Manifesto, would be appalled by the misery endured by Cuba’s ordinary citizens and shocked by the relatively luxurious lifestyles of those who keep the poor down by force.
Many tourists return home convinced that the Cuban model succeeds where the Soviet model failed. But that’s because they never left Cuba’s Elysium.
I had to lie to get into the country. Customs and immigration officials at Havana’s tiny, dreary José Martí International Airport would have evicted me had they known I was a journalist. But not even a total-surveillance police state can keep track of everything and everyone all the time, so I slipped through. It felt like a victory.
Havana, the capital, is clean and safe, but there’s nothing to buy. It feels less natural and organic than any city I’ve ever visited. Initially, I found Havana pleasant, partly because I wasn’t supposed to be there and partly because I felt as though I had journeyed backward in time. But the city wasn’t pleasant for long, and it certainly isn’t pleasant for the people living there. It hasn’t been so for decades.
“I wanted to experience Communism firsthand.”
I had the opportunity to wander Eastern Europe for three weeks in the summer of 1992. After everything fell apart. Eastern Germany looked much like a postcard from 1972, and had stagnated there.
The east was an entirely different story. The cities were clean, and reasonably modern, but once you got into the countryside, where few westerners had been in decades, things changed DRAMATICLY.
Dirty, barely functioning trains and transit, and people still bring their crap out of the house in the morning in buckets, to dump.
I was shocked, but it taught me a lot. The worst, by far, was Slovenia.