Sunday, April 12, 2009. The ancient high priest of the Sacred Order of Melchezadeck has majestically proclaimed the destiny of the seventh son of the ancient lion, whose heart is like the heart of Hercules, whose might is that of Sampson, whose roar is the voice of Nimrod, the mind of David, the wisdom of Hannibal, the vision of Shakka. He is a testimony to tenacity. His formidable strength has made his adversaries rethink their mendacious propaganda in a very complex, ambiguous way. He toys with his ene.

Of all the Cuban histories penned, the greatest and most meaningful is that of Fidelism, the symbiosis of all that has existed before and after it. Such is not the case for President Fidel Castro. That is the beauty of Cuba, that Fidelism did not allow the colonial powers to subjugate their autochthonous traditions and plant its own conceptions in its place. Fidel, the man, the living legend, is a well-regulated man, master of the forces that inhabit him.