One day, I am going to get really, really good at this video essay/post thing and I am going to impersonate Maria Elvira Live!
“Ay, dios mio, tiene un traje de scuba!” the TV host said — or something like that — last week while showing pictures of the Bearded Dictator’s son.
“That suit looks Italian!” she said, or something like that.
Like it is a shock that a Dictator’s son lives the good life in Italian wool?
I was watching the show with my aunt.
“You watch this crazy crap?” I asked.
Indeed, it turns out my whole family watches.
“This stuff makes people crazy, Tia.”
“No, it does not, Cary.”
As my brother-in-law (the one who just immigrated here) noted: The Cubans in Miami spend more time thinking about the Bearded Dictator than the Cubans in Cuba. They don’t have time. Too busy trying to find the next meal, a decent pair of shoes, a simple limon.
I’m not saying the shady goings-on of the Bearded Dictator and his brood are not worthy of talk and gossip, and maybe the islanders should spend more time dealing with their Dictators, but it is pure, air-wave-killing down there in The Homeland…in my humble and gringafied opinion.
Again, why spend an hour talking about how big the Dictator’s family’s birthday cake is? Of course, they’re going to have the biggest piece of cake on the island. Why? Because they’re the Bearded Dictator’s Family. That’s how dictatorship (and royalty) works. If not, what would be the point?
Maybe this is where I am more gringa. Give me facts, give me movement toward change. I just want to shut out the blah blah scream scream wave finger wave finger blah blah scream some more. And seriously, the thought of another 50 years of obsession and yelling makes me quake.
And so, until I get good enough to be Maria Elvira Live! here is my latest Tiki Tiki video post. It is my special honor to post with my Maria Elvira Live! addicted Tia. It turns out we had similar experiences over the same asset.
If you haven’t spent time over at our group site, Tiki Tiki Blog, I encourage you to. We have a lot of fun over there.
Latin flavored. No finger wagging.