Baby Trudeau, writing in the Toronto Star about his bitterness that his family isn't perpetually in power dispensing "social justice"* (tip: Cosh):
Fidel is not a politician. He is more in the vein of a great adventurer or a great scientific mind… His intellect is one of the most broad and complete that can be found. He is an expert on genetics, on automobile combustion engines, on stock markets. On everything. Combined with a Herculean physique and extraordinary personal courage, this monumental intellect makes Fidel the giant that he is. He is something of a superman… Cubans remain very proud of Castro, even those who don't share his vision. They know that, among the world's many peoples, they have the most audacious and brilliant of leaders.
Little Sacha has been touring the world in the last few years, visiting such socialist paradise-losts as China and Russia wondering where it all went wrong.
Next up we have Nobel Prize Winner (see a trend?) Gabriel García Márquez blathering like a cock-starved teenage whore in heat (tip: Blair):
His devotion is to the word. His power is of seduction. He goes to seek out problems where they are. The impetus of inspiration is very much part of his style. Books reflect the breadth of his tastes very well. He stopped smoking to have the moral authority to combat tobacco addiction. He likes to prepare food recipes with a kind of scientific fervour. He keeps himself in excellent physical condition with various hours of gymnastics daily and frequent swimming. Invincible patience. Ironclad discipline. The force of his imagination stretches him to the unforeseen.
[...] He has never refused to answer any question, however provocative it might be, nor has he ever lost his patience.
I stayed in Havana for a week, several years back. Heavily armed police roamed the streets in pairs and guarded every major corner. The sky was tinged steel-blue with diesel exhaust. Not a bird was to be seen, whether eaten by enterprising young Cubans or killed by pollution remains a mystery. The nightlife was a boon for your choice of the finest flesh Cubans had to offer.
Alas, opportunities to speak to Fidel about the situation were minimial.
* I'm reading the "text" in a post-modern sense to discover underlying truths, which I'm proceeding then to speak to power.