Castro’s embassy (euphemized as “Interest Section”) in Washington D.C. will soon open an in-house “invitation-only” nightclub named “Hemingway’s Bar.” The news comes courtesy of The Atlantic Magazine—the same Atlantic that a year ago smugly predicted Communism’s immediate end in Cuba. Fidel Castro himself had vouchsafed the scoop to a smug Atlantic editor visiting his fiefdom at the time. Townhall patiently explained the stupidity of believing such a claim.
For the record, during the year following The Atlantic’s “scoop,” Castro’s regime has arrested double the number of anti-communists dissidents as during the year of the “scoop.”
“I plan to go and will want a Hemingway Daiquiri,” smirks the Atlantic magazine’s senior editor Steve Clemons regarding the upcoming Hemingway’s Bar, “double the rum, and no sugar.” (All drinks will be on the house, actually. Buying from Castro’s regime remains illegal in the U.S.)
That Cuba’s Stalinist regime names a bar after a KGB agent who accompanied a beaming Che Guevara while watching his beloved firing squads murder hundreds of men and boys seems fitting. That the Atlantic magazine’s senior editor should smugly anticipate an invitation to the Stalinist regime’s exclusive bar also seems fitting. That he plans to order its namesake “Hemingway Daiquiri,” must fill Atlantic readers with vicarious smugness.
“More McCarthyite rubbish from this Cuba-exile kook!” snarl liberals.
Well, according to KGB defector Alexander Vassiliev in a book published by Yale Univ. Press (not exactly a branch of the John Birch Society), “the 42-year-old Hemingway was recruited (by the KGB) under the cover name “Argo” in 1941 and cooperated with Soviet agents whom he met in Havana and London.”
“So what’s this stuff about Hemingway delighting in watching firing squads?” snarl liberals.
Well, as commander of Havana’s La Cabana prison and execution yard, Che Guevara often shattered the skull of the convulsed man (or boy) by firing the coup de grace himself. When other duties tore him away from his beloved execution yard, Che consoled himself by viewing the slaughter. His second-story office in La Cabana had a section of wall torn out to better view his darling firing-squads at work, often in the company of distinguished friends. Havana resident Ernest Hemingway was one of these.
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