La Celosa Pasión de Mi Amor Cubano.

 With MANIPULATION the Communist ideology infiltrated various levels of Cuban society.  

With INTIMIDATION the Communists methodically silenced the dissenting voices of those who chose to remain in Cuba while freedom loving hearts and minds, sacrificed materially to fly, float or in some cases sink to their final resting place, beneath the shark filled straight North of Havana and South of the Florida Keys.

And with the removal of Cuba's most able minds and pure hearts, the Communists began their DOMINATION of those who remained, removing or controlling every facet of lives of each individual and society as a whole.    

Removed from the personhood of each remaining Cuban were truths that we as American hold as self evident, and endowed by our Creator as inalienable - Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.  Removed from the Life of most remaining on the island was the right to chose an education profession or employer, the right to own property, or right to social or economic mobility.  Removed from Liberty was the right to speak the heart and mind, the right to associate with like minds and hearts, the right to individual or mutual self protection of one's body or life.   Removed from Happiness was the right to collectively worship the God of their forefathers, or publicly practice any social interaction not deemed acceptable by the Dominion of the Communist Overlords who must be worshiped with the actions of one's hands and feet, and praised with the opening and closing of one's mouth.

So what then?   What then remaineth under the Castro Dominion for the men and women of Cuba, to whom were handed a fig leaf and then stripped naked of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness?  

La Familia.

The cornerstone of "La Familia" is the intimate relationship between a man and woman,  the trunk to which offspring, and social relationships attach.  Name a Pursuit of Happiness greater than the intimate relationship bearing offspring and mutual social relationships.

And the means to acquire the "felicidad de la familia" ?  For the women of Cuba, that would be their Sense of Sensuality which was now unbridled by any religious, moral or ethical construct and which could be the last gasp of a drowning culture, from below the crashing wave, grasping a bow, an oar and extended hand to rescue them from an existence sinking into a darkening depth of Communist oblivion.

So the women, beautiful as they were strove for greater beauty.  As seductive as they were they conspired to become more.  And the physical sensuality they already possessed in spades, in their desperation to retain that which the Dominion allowed them to acquire, demanded even more be added to their repertoire of sensual arts.

And men are men.   The siren's call is heard and followed.  The scent is tasted and drunk to full intoxication.   And the woman that Thou gavest to be with me, she gave me the fruit of her tree and of it I did eat.

And men are men.  A slavish, devoted sensuality without the social construct, without moral foundation, without an equally requited and devoted affection, tarnishes the feminine sensuality of the vessels adorned it and corrupts each man who drinks of it.

Perhaps sooner, perhaps later, the tarnished vessel is always discarded by the very man who drank from it.  Always the same but never the same in every sordid narrative.   She was in love.  He was in love.  They were in Love.  He was not in love.  They were not in love.  She is now in hate.   

And in hatred she returns to her craft and begins the polishing of her tarnished yet still sensuous vessel, yet never same as she sees her once beloved, hand in hand, cheek to cheek and lips to lips on the doorstep of anther woman, with her in the public square and her name in the mocking mouths in a brothel of chattering tarnished vessels of sensuality.

With greater seductiveness and greater sensuality comes a greater fear.   If what was before -  not enough when offered with the flavor of her youthful innocence, will more be enough when offered without that flavor?  And in act two her fear is realized as while his seduction is quicker and her sensuality taken to greater heights, the affair will be at least a moment quicker and her heart a minute nearer to being to being closed and love eternally forgotten.

Fear heightens the senses.  Her danger quickens the rate of her heart and burns in her eyes at the thought of again losing the object of her passion.   Warily she stands watch over her latest charge.  In the closed comfort of her chambers she seizes his breath with her taste in his mouth.  Her hands pacify his mind with her touch as she explores his every worry, care or anxiety found inch by inch on his skin.   Her mouth relentlessly pursues his passion with teeth, tongue and lips.  Peacefully she can rest in the aftermath of her passion's storm as her lover softly slumbers.

But slumber ends.  And men are men.  They rise.  They shake themselves.  They depart.  From the balcony of her chambers she blows him a kiss as he alights from her doorstep only to feel her heart sink twenty steps therefrom as his head turns and his eyes drink deeply of the lusciously displayed charms of the forbidden fruit passing him on the street.

Thus is the curse of a woman's desire for the man of her chambers, who upon traversing her doorstep transforms from a masculine object of her desire to a butterfly  unbridled in its affinity to alight upon every forbidden flower it views along the way with nary a passing thought of or for, the woman who passionately succored him in a preceding breath.

Cuban women are claimed to be the most sensuous lovers in the world.  They are also claimed to be the most jealous lovers.   

When considered, the anthropology of this is self evident.  Cuban women are the worlds greatest lovers because that was the Dominion intentionally or unintentionally that Communism left to their domain.   But they are the world's most jealous lovers because the men to whom they give that love are as unbridled morally, as may be any woman passing them on a Havana street, who has also lost her gift of passion to an unbridled man.

This is the Curse of Eve found in the Genesis that Castro disallowed.   Every Communist "Utopia" seems to find an aberrant lust for sex, money or power and a deathly jealousy against others in whatever form of desire that the Communist Dominion will allow.

And the curse that curses Eve, curses Adam.

Because men are men.

...coming soon...... Et Tu Venezuela