Hugo is going down, down, to room teperature, he knows it and is now grasping at straws to cover all bases.
It is amazing how all these hard-as-nails dictators go all wobbly and weepy when told they have terminal cancer and they are going to die. Thanks to Cuban medicine, it will probably be a painful and debilitating death — unless Hugo commits suicide. But, suicide automatically sends one to Hell. Enjoy Hell, Hugo.