Eating Raul

The Castro-watch reminds me a lot of waiting for Arafat to die. This is how bloodthirsty subhumans spend their last days nowadays; abed, a'sick, and dying of an unknown malady. And this has got to be eating away at brother Raul, no spring chicken himself but ever the good soldier who waited and waited and still waits for Fidel to pass along the cigar, the Cuban scepter of absolute power. But now they tell us that Fidel is doing much better. The same way they told us Yasser was on the mend right before he croaked:

August 6, 2006 -- HAVANA - "Cuban leader Fidel Castro has started to eat, has sat up in bed and is continuing to recover satisfactorily from stomach surgery, government officials said yesterday.

Vice President Carlos Lage, speaking on a trip to Bolivia, became the third Cuban official in two days to reassure the Caribbean island nation that the man who has ruled it for 47 years was on the mend.

Castro could return to work within "several weeks," Lage said.

He also denied Castro was suffering from cancer, but he gave no further details."

No details. There never are details when an illness is so heinous. Word had it that King Ara-Rat died of complications from AIDS, and wouldn't it be a hoot if old Fidel was expiring from that or better yet cancer from his decades long affection for bull stogies. Maybe the CIA poisons he ingested 40 some-odd years ago are finally catching up to him.

Be hard to blame the Jews for this one.