OK, we’ve heard this and understand. We’re trying to do better, but I also refuse to be a selfie-addicted American. It’s ugly.

There’s a couple of posts from Chetumal where we’ve posted pix of ourselves, here and here. Knock yourself out.

But I’d just like to point out that you chose a weird post to make that request. This one’s about the Cuban-US political and economic relationship. Were we supposed to take selfies in front of El Capitolio, the Cuban government building?

Sure, we’ve left their wildlife alone, because it’s more fun to fuck up their economy. Thin sauce.

And eggs from chickens still need to be transported to market, which is tough with gasoline shortages.

Sorry, but there’s no silver lining here.

We would all like a few cool pictures of you and Dorothy in action, please. Prove to us all you ain’t just taking screen shots from your basement.

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face.

Cheers!

Thanks. You know what pisses me off? One of the motivators for this whole megillah was ostriching. We were so sick of wallowing in the US muck, we just wanted to run away. Is Mexico a failed narco state? Dunno, ostriching. No habla Español enough to know what’s going on.

But Cuba, fucking Cuba. “Oh, pardon me, sir, but you appear to be ostriching. Please let me grab you by the neck, pull your head out of the sand, and rub your nose in real life.” Hey, thanks, Cuba!

Our trip to Cuba was necessary, important, and not at all what we signed up for. But I am very, very glad we did it.

Long time listener, first time caller. Shotgun has already been called, but it’s good to have you aboard. I hope you keep reading and keep commenting. Both are free.