He was of a generation of tense bullshit people like Nixon, Khrushchev, The Shah of Iran, Yasser Arafat, etc. that made growing-up in the 1960s and 1970s a special, colorful, subtextually frightening time.
Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez announced he will return to Cuba to undergo chemotherapy treatment.
“I have faith in God, in medical science … in the people who have taken care of me and finally in myself,” he said during a message broadcast on state TV.
But Chavez apparently has no faith in Venezuelan health care, which must be pretty bad if he’s going to Cuba for treatment. Cuban authorities announced they have a 1958 Ford Edsel ambulance standing-by at the airport to take Chavez to the hospital when he arrives.
Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez had a large cancerous tumor removed from his head at a hospital in Cuba. Chavez appeared on state-run VTV Thursday night to address Venezuelans and prove the surgery was a complete success.
“Aside from a few adjustments I will have to make regarding motor-functions, my intelligence level has been unaffected by the removal of the tumor. I will soon be home in Venezuela to resume my calm, stable, reasoned leadership.”
The broadcast abruptly ended when the camera accidentally panned to Chavez’ left, where a man could be seen with his hand entering the President’s back. The man’s lips seemed to be subtly moving in sync with the South American strong man’s words.
CNN reports “New images show healthier Fidel Castro“. Healthier than what? The Cuban economy? At this point if air is going into and coming out of this guy, that’s pretty healthy. I’m only surprised his brother Raul hasn’t given him the old pillow-over-face send off. Every day Cubans wake up, turn on their old black and white Philco television sets, and, while their wood-burning ’56 Chevy warms up in the driveway, they check the news to see if nature has freed them yet. Hell, there’s more stuff to buy in the stores in Baghdad than in Havana. People there have no fear of hurricanes, because what’s one more big wind bag running roughshod over the island? Hey I got a million of ’em….