Havana Memory
My favorite President of the C.D.R
Once upon a time, my neighborhood's CDR hit rock bottom. We had no presidente. Not that many of us cared, but a CDR without a leader? Unheard of.
GOWelcome to America's
WOKE Panic $how
⚠️ No Open-Carry Stupidity Beyond This Point
Enter at your own risk. Politically incorrect bullshit, satire, immigrants' concerns, congressional noise, and anti-bullshit commentary ahead.
In tonight's WOKE $how, where manipulation, lies, demagoguery, and hatred are served up as entertainment, politicians take the stage, while Power runs the production from backstage. Tonite's junk serves up a five-star menu of drag queens, WOKE demons, immigrants, and the latest manufactured political panic—loud, absurd, and endlessly recycled for an audience ready to clap on cue.
One, two, three... The curtain rises. Macho men scream. The self-proclaimed patriots clap frantically, convinced they're defending the Heimatland. And while the spectacle keeps everyone's eyes fixed on the stage, Power quietly pulls the strings from backstage.
So grab the popcorn, pick your nose with your preferred finger, and enjoy tonite's F-minus $how.
Three, two, one... go... GO
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Join me on Kraken and unlock up to $300 with code: Memory, exile, Miami noise, Cuban absurdity, and a few political brainfarts that refused to stay buried. For the longest time, I have been asking myself why Cubans leave the island to come to America, because in Cuba we were filthy rich. Yes, we were. Ask Yusnavy. A Cuban mambí fought Spanish colonialism with grit, cigars, and a hatred of empires. Blink again, and somehow he is in Miami yelling Viva Trump.From Red Havana to MAGA Miami
Cuban EconomicsI was filthy rich in Cuba
Miami CircusA Cuban Mambí for Trump. I’m f* serious!