Context: Voyager shows these options which results in a large amount of reports just being “Breaks community rules” with no info or reason whatsoever.
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Context: Voyager shows these options which results in a large amount of reports just being “Breaks community rules” with no info or reason whatsoever.
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Cuban citizens aren’t exactly responsible, but their government absolutely is.
Cuba could end this at the drop of a hat, instead they’re prepping to fight a war “to uphold the revolution” at the behest of their multigenerational dictatorship.
In what way can Cuba end tensions with the US without becoming a puppet state and/or vassalization? Is there any fault on the US for the current situation?
Cuba is a puppet state vassal for China and Russia.
That is why they are the lone island nation singled out by US forces.
All they have to do is cut that coord, fellate the orangutan’s ego on TV a bit, give him a trophy for being the guy to solve a century long feud and getting an “amazing” trade deal going, and in a couple of years they could even go right back to being the massive assholes they were before.
Ask yourself what the longterm outcomes are for Cuba? I can’t imagine a single future where they aren’t the voluntary sacrificial lamb ready to be torn apart at any moment, unless they cut ties with the east.
In that argument, you could replace every instance of Cuba with Taiwan, the US with China and the Russia with Europe, and it would be the exact same argument many make about Taiwan. That argument is a lot easier for people to reject, but both are equally flawed, because they both disregard the self determination of the citizens of those countries. China and the US need to just let small nearby islands be.
The difference is that China has a history of conquering lands around them, and has declared they want to conquer Taiwan and keep Taiwan.
The USA has not only not conquered lands since WWII but actually returned sovereignty to former territory since then. Americans don’t want Cuba.
China is a dictatorship, and despite their election meddling the USA isn’t there yet.
You want them to cut ties with the only people stopping America from geniciding them via famine?
Yeah no geopolitics 101 don’t put yourself at the mercy of America.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Ah this must be the North Korean flavor of Tankie if it believes US Soldiers eat babies.
Oh, the attrocities! Oh, look at what they did o Trinidad and Tabago! And Carribbea! It’s gone! They’re all gone! And Hait, too! /s
Cuba is facing hardship only because it is volunteering to be used to threaten the USA.
I think the unfortunate thing is, every country pretty much chooses one or more major world power to be their friend. If Cuba is not okay with the United States as their ally (and it’s reasonable, because we do some fucked up things to allies) then they’re going to pick something else.
Ukraine was guilty of the same thing. In WW2, they were sandwiched between Soviets and Nazis. In their case, they picked Nazi; but may have been unhappy about either choice.
You’re thinking of Poland, who were happy to get a chunk of Czechslovakia courtesy of the western allies and Nazi Germany.
Before WWII, Ukraine was part of the USSR. Some individuals worked with/for the nazis were reimagined after the breakup of the USSR as national heros of Ukraine, but that doesn’t change that WWII was a war to liberate their homeland from the nazis.
Nazis forces? In 1991? You fuckin Tankies, man.
Open Letter from a Cuban Soldier to an American Soldier
Dear American Soldier:
I don’t know your name, your age, or if you have children or siblings. I don’t know the color of your skin or your family history. But I do know one thing: you and I are soldiers. And right now, the circles of power place us on opposite sides of a threat that I didn’t seek, and that I presume you didn’t either.
I’m writing you this open letter from Cuba, my homeland. From this island you’ve seen on maps, in news reports, or perhaps in old movies. But you do not know it. You don’t know what it’s like to wake up to the smell of coffee and the call of the tocororo.[1] You don’t know what it’s like to sweat under the sugarcane sun, or to mourn a grandfather who left without saying goodbye. That is what you call a “military target.” For me, it is my home.
Your government, the powerful government of the United States, has spoken of aggression. Of intervention. Of “restoring order” or “liberating us.” These are words we’ve heard before. Carlos Manuel de Céspedes[2] heard them when he raised his banner of freedom. The Mambises[3] heard them in the Cuban countryside. Fidel heard them during the landing at Las Coloradas aboard the yacht Granma,[4] and we hear them every day in the form of blockades, threats, and imperial attacks. But here we remain.
Today it is my turn, a young Cuban soldier, to defend my flag. That flag that Bonifacio Byrne,[5] from exile, described with a pain I now feel as my own: “My flag, my flag, which I have seen amidst the bullets, which I have seen amidst the bullets, and which I have seen torn, torn into a thousand pieces, the Cuban raises upon his shoulders of steel.” That flag is not a rag. It is the blood of my great-grandparents. It is the lone star that shines without asking permission.
So if one day you are ordered to come, if you cross the sea with your boots and your rifle, I want you to know something: here you will not find a vanquished people. You will find men and women who grew up hearing that verse in the National Anthem, a verse that is not mere embellishment: “To die for the homeland is to live.” It is not a slogan. It is a certainty. Because when all you have is your land, your dignity, and your family, then no tank can take away your courage.
Antonio Maceo,[6] our Bronze Titan, said it plainly: “Whoever tries to seize Cuba will only gather the dust of its soil soaked in blood.” It is not an empty threat. It is the experience of a hundred years of struggle. It is the warning that here the invader will find not flowers, but armed roots.
But I am not writing to hate you. I am writing to tell you that you and I could be friends in another life. That if we met on a street corner in Havana, perhaps we would share a coffee and you would tell me about your home in Ohio or Texas. I am writing to ask you to reflect: Who wins with this war? Your people? My people? Or those who trade stocks and manufacture weapons?
Your oath is to obey. Mine, too. But there’s a difference: you’re obeying an order to attack. I’m fulfilling my duty to defend my mother, my sister, my girlfriend, my neighbors. You would be invading my yard. I just want you to leave before blood turns us into enemies forever.
If you come, we’ll meet you with the resolve of those who have no other choice. I don’t promise you a clean or easy battlefield. I promise you that you’ll pay dearly for every inch of ground. But I also promise you that if you fall, I won’t celebrate your death. Because I know that behind your uniform there’s a family waiting for you.
So, soldier, heed my advice: don’t become the executioner of my country. Don’t bear the weight of an unjust war. Use your conscience before your rifle. And if you can’t refuse, at least remember this letter when you see our flag waving on the horizon. Because that flag, as Bonifacio Byrne wrote, will never be lowered.
“If they ask for my flag, / I must give it; / for there can be no surrender / more beautiful and more sincere / than to surrender it at the moment of death.”
That is my answer. Steadfast in the trench, but with a pure heart.
A soldier from Cuba, who prefers to die on his feet than live on his knees.
Dear Cuban Soldier,
your suicidal ideation reads as, no offense, idiocy. You didn’t pick this conflict, your leaders did, they are your enemies. Please do something about it. You are already on your knees.