Hey, ten percent of your population risks machine guns and worse to leave, with political prisons, people freezing to death in mental hospitals in the tropics, and you make a tropical paradise into an economic no go zone where major job opportunities for college graduates are as prostitutes for El Presidente due to his siphoning off foreign aid for his own enjoyment....this is your eulogy, Fidel. Rot.In.....
A plea for hate speech.
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When I was a child I was taught this rhyme. Sticks and Stones may break my
bones But names will never hurt me There was playground bullying. A lot of
it. W...
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