The Cuban people have spoken: they have voted with their feet, they gather on any street to talk about what’s been broken for so long that not a token from the government can quench the thirst, the hunger, the stench stemming from that institution that some call “the Revolution,” which digs its grave and its trench.
In Cuba, the Worker’s Union is just a branch of the State. It doesn’t allow debate. It curtails any reunion of people seeking communion of ideas by themselves, while there’s no food on the shelves, and there’s widespread condemnation of the Party as the indignation of the Cuban people swells.
All the news that’s fit to print when the government controls radio, newspapers —their trolls!— in a never-ending sprint that doesn’t mention or hint at the truth, and talks all day and all night, and gets away with lies, alternative facts, and their multiple impacts: that’s the Castro Media Way.