Rot In Filth, and Call Me In The Morning

Ask anyone these days, and they’ll tell you that health-care services in Cuba are second to none. Despite the island nation’s having been so thoroughly beggared by almost half a century of totalitarian Marxist rule that people drown themselves in rickety boats in desperate attempts to flee, even the humblest son of the soil, when troubled by the least infirmity, need go no farther than the nearest village to be seen to by world-class specialists working in gleaming state-of-the-art facilites. And it’s all free, free, free! Eat your heart out, imperialist running dog lackeys.

This is all common knowledge, of course, at least here in Park Slope, as well as up in Wellfleet and in other azure-tinted precincts, and now we’ve even had independent, unbiased confirmation from that scrupulous and utterly impartial documentarian, Michael Moore. The message is clear: if they can do it, why can’t we?

But wait! It turns out that Mr. Moore may have slightly overstated the case. The inestimable John Stossel, that perennial skunk at the left-wing garden party, has done a little poking around on his own, and it seems that you might not want to let go of that expensive semi-private room in Rochester, Minnesota, just yet. Have a look here, here, and here. Oh, and while you’re at it, you might as well have a peek here, too. (We’ve linked to that last one before, but it’s worth a second look.)


  1. Hideous. Inhumane!

    Posted October 1, 2007 at 10:47 am | Permalink
  2. PS: It’s just like going to Jamaica or Bermuda, and only seeing what you see on the resorts, yet no sense of the reality that there IS poverty on these island nations, and an abhorrent distinction between the classes of the “haves” vs the “have nots.”

    Posted October 1, 2007 at 3:08 pm | Permalink

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