Whatever happened to Greta Thunberg's Cuban Flotilla?
That is what my brain asked while doing my daily physical torture (treadmill). I mean, it was touted as the cure for the ailments of U.S. embargo (not, of course. to save them for the total collapse of constant failing Socialist programs) and soon all Cubans would be free and rich and with free food and free energy and all that standard promises given by First World revolutionaries.
The last I heard was that two of the “ships” were wandering around the Caribbean sea unable to locate their way to Cuba (Something that any “balsero” in Miami can do in between shots of rum and coffee) but they were eventually “guided” by Cuban navy. So I tried a news search and could not find squat about their flotilla arriving and releasing thousands of tons of goods and services including medicines (o much for the great Cuban healthcare system), I mean zilch, nada, zero. Then I went to what seems to be the only place that collects information better than any News organization and that is X.
The video:
I chose Code Pink’s account so there is no complaining that I am selecting Right Wing sources slanted against the “humanitarian effort”.
This is the boat
According to the interwebs, it is a tuna trawler or was used in the past as such. Maguro is supposed to be “tuna” in Japanese. There are supposed to be at least two more boats, at least one a sailboat, but nothing could be found even in X.
So, once again Greta and company of Idiots just fizzle after their scheduled fifteen minutes of notoriety and the crew of the ship probably got a case of the crabs (non-edible) and tetanus by the look of the boat.
For the rest of the story:
While wandering around at night, under the stars in the sky, in blacked out Havana (because the power plants ran out of rationed fuel), Greta meets a young Cuban Revolutionary. She is enthralled by his chiseled physique (maybe not a lot to eat due to food shortages?) and Socialist Revolutionary fervor.
He guides her to his sparse apartment (is there any other type for ordinary Cubans?) where she becomes enamored of him and his mission. She pledges herself to him as a Hero of the People; learns Cuban Spanish, spending the rest of her days worshipping him and the Cuban Revolution.
Thus, the rest of us are spared the blather of another worthless oxygen thief.
And that boat is powered by sunlight and unicorn farts. Or maybe they installed pedals and the comrades all take turns? Diesel you say? NAH! couldn't be. Our famous enviro-heroine would never betray the enviro-cause! Got to be unicorn farts!