Author name: Nelson Jorge Mosco Castellano

And all of us, pawed over in the same mud Allow me, readers, a brief digression born of emotional discharge, before returning to Cuba.I am compelled by the detritus expelled from the mental sphincters of absurd and corrupt leaderships, escorting the funeral procession of Western economies in both hemispheres.Fidel’s Marxism proved to have an unexpected […]

Of the Wells of Deceit and the Heir of Incendiary Rhetoric After years of sowing gunpowder winds, the island of the Bearded Knight finally discovered that utopias, though beautiful on paper, have the unfortunate habit of not providing food. Once fertile and cultivated, the nation had become a wasteland of ration cards, where freedom and

Of Cardboard Martyrs and the Infiltration of the Machine-Gun Gallant It came to pass, reader, that once the seed of discord had been sown, it had to be watered with something thicker than ink. It required the mystique of gunpowder. For it is well known that enthusiasm is a disease young militants contract through lack

How a Bearded Hidalgo Sold Mirages for Gold and a Thirst for Blood to Prosperous Nations Let us allow Cervantes to lend fascination to the tale of this story. In a corner of the Ocean Sea, where the sun seems never to set upon the vanity of men, there emerged a tall-booted knight with torrential

Pride is the satisfaction and self-indulgence derived from contemplating one’s own virtues while holding others in contempt. Pre-1959 Cuba was a country of profound contrasts. It was a nation with macroeconomic indicators and levels of urban modernity that much of the world envied, yet marked by deep social inequality and strong external dependency, which generated

Victim and executioner of its own people and of an entire region The first Spaniard to set foot on Cuban soil was Christopher Columbus, on October 28, 1492, landing in the eastern part of the island, in a place he called Bariay, and naming the island “Juana” in honor of the Catholic Monarchs, although he

Valcorba, or the sentence the left passes on itself Paradoxically, those who pompously preach about the exploitation of man by man are the very ones who created the most perfect system of human exploitation: totalitarianism. And they exported it with remarkable success. It is a package of measures that never fails. It carries the perfect

Valcorba, or the sentence the Left pronounces When the State spends what it doesn’t have and pays without restraint, it ends up competing with the private sector for credit (the crowding-out effect), which stalls private investment, jobs, and reproduces the conditions of poverty. But then, why do voters mostly lean toward these left-wing proposals? And

Valcorba, or the sentence the Left pronounces The “Program” is a degradation of the human condition. It leads to the construction of people who come to reject the life they were given. Frustrated beings, alienated from themselves, who turn their backs on the warnings of those who take responsibility for their own lives, twisting in

Valcorba, or the sentence pronounced by the Left This would be material for more than one symposium with Freud, Adler and Frankl. It should be the object of deep psycho-political analysis. What happened to intellectually well-endowed peoples who, to this day, continue to follow ideological slogans that lead them to destruction. How Nazi, Stalinist, Maoist,