In honor of all the media attention these days on a bankrupt totalitarian island, here’s an excerpt from “The Lieutenant of San Porfirio“.

One day Fidel had been walking down a dirt road not far from Havana when he had come across a goat, with the name Esteban scrawled on a sticker around its neck.  Looking at his register of the farms adjacent to the road he saw that there was no reported goat among the meager possessions of the farmers.  But the goat was beautiful, and since he was the fearless leader he knew he had the right to anything he saw in his path, especially unregistered goats.  He went to pick up the goat, to carry it back to his 1950’s American made military jeep that he’d seized from the house of Batista, having watched the former dictator drive the car he really wanted – the fantastic…