…as day ends, the sound of a violin…

…to give us pause to reflect on those commitments…

 


…setting sun reflected on wisps of clouds, we drift into night…

…without a care…


…of orators and windbags; of doers and talkers…

…in the unsparing spotlight of recent events…

Fidel Castro’s recent brief absence from the public spotlight would result in the corporate MSM concluding that this giant of the Americas (and beyond) had died, and it is not the first time. And the speculation would continue despite Diego Maradona’s assertion to the contrary – then, again, one would have to explain Diego Maradona to that lot.

Which brings us to this, Fidel’s speech to students at the University of Havana, For my Federation of University Students classmates. A character profile of a true leader and his country.

That critical matter of leadership and country is better appreciated within the framework of a recent post of Andre Vltchek over at counterpunch, Genocides, Not Wars. Vltchek analyses the alacrity with which utter mediocrities of powerful nations, installed as ‘leaders’, rush to mayhem and slaughter without a thought of consequences other than conquest and resource control. As the inevitable question is asked, ‘What have you done for humanity?’, we already know of two leaders, Fidel Castro and Hugo Chávez, automatically exempted.

…for the files – and whenever we need a little more light on dark days…


…an invigorating brew, and day is begun..

…and soon, perhaps new discoveries of the stroll, life and nature…