Fidel Castro is dead. Good.
Castro killed thousands, tortured tens of thousands, and kept impoverished hundreds of thousands of people.
Today the intellectuals of the political left are engaged in two activities that remind us they cannot genuinely be taken serious in their criticisms of the incoming Trump administration. They are either praising Castro as a friend of the poor and great progressive or they are engaging in moral equivalence along the lines of “Yes, Castro is bad, but you were saddened by Scalia’s death.”
The blood imagined to be on the hands of a Scalia, Thatcher, Reagan, or other conservative detested by the left is nothing compared to the actual, real blood that existed on the hands of Fidel Castro.
Castro was a tyrant and monster. The left believes Cuba’s statistics about healthcare and literacy while ignoring the regime was a totalitarian communist regime that used statistics as propaganda while jailing dissidents and keeping Cuba’s black population out of sight in poverty.
The racism of Fidel Castro gets little attention because of the left’s love of his state-controlled agenda.
Yes, communists in Cuba got government healthcare, free education, free housing, and the laundry list of other freedoms the left loves. What they gave up in return was freedom of association, freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of petition to the government — in other words the people gave up freedom.
Meanwhile, the Castro brothers got rich while blaming an America boycott for Cuba’s economic problems.
This morning, as word spread that Fidel Castro has descended ad inferos, we are reminded again that much of the political left would have us surrender freedom for comfortable poverty and declare that a moral victory.
Today is another reminder that we can no longer have meaningful political conversations in this country because too many people cannot distinguish contrived evil from actual monsters.Psalm 73
Truly God is good to Israel,
to those who are pure in heart.
2 But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled,
my steps had nearly slipped.
3 For I was envious of the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 For they have no pangs until death;
their bodies are fat and sleek.
5 They are not in trouble as others are;
they are not stricken like the rest of mankind.
6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
violence covers them as a garment.
7 Their eyes swell out through fatness;
their hearts overflow with follies.
8 They scoff and speak with malice;
loftily they threaten oppression.
9 They set their mouths against the heavens,
and their tongue struts through the earth.
10 Therefore his people turn back to them,
and find no fault in them.
11 And they say, “How can God know?
Is there knowledge in the Most High?”
12 Behold, these are the wicked;
always at ease, they increase in riches.
13 All in vain have I kept my heart clean
and washed my hands in innocence.
14 For all the day long I have been stricken
and rebuked every morning.
15 If I had said, “I will speak thus,”
I would have betrayed the generation of your children.
16 But when I thought how to understand this,
it seemed to me a wearisome task,
17 until I went into the sanctuary of God;
then I discerned their end.
18 Truly you set them in slippery places;
you make them fall to ruin.
19 How they are destroyed in a moment,
swept away utterly by terrors!
20 Like a dream when one awakes,
O Lord, when you rouse yourself, you despise them as phantoms.
21 When my soul was embittered,
when I was pricked in heart,
22 I was brutish and ignorant;
I was like a beast toward you.
23 Nevertheless, I am continually with you;
you hold my right hand.
24 You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will receive me to glory.
25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
27 For behold, those who are far from you shall perish;
you put an end to everyone who is unfaithful to you.
28 But for me it is good to be near God;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
that I may tell of all your works.