Me Myself & Amerika
Life in the U.S.A. (and Beyond) Through the Eyes of a Cuban Immigrant
A project born and shaped from Havana to Las Vegas to Miami
WARNING!
KEEP YOUR SANITY IN CHECK!
I may be too questioning for some.
Further reading may cause eye-rolling, CHF, unsolicited enlightenment, and, YES, stimulation of the thinking process. Read at your own risk. Consulting your shrink before proceeding may be advisable.
Today In Amerika
A Politikal Intro To Eternity.

Trust me, living forever is no longer just a godly tale whispered in churches, nor merely about defying time. Death may soon cease to be certain. Love, ambition, and betrayal could stretch beyond lifetimes. Immortality might escape the realm of fairy tales and become a human reality. But staying alive for forever has a price —and living too long may mean losing what makes you human.
The Amerikan Woke Panik Show

Welcome to Trash Woke TV—a horror show where zombie politicians shriek over drag queens, seals clap on cue, and the only thing real is the smell of bullshit. Every scene is scripted to keep you twitching while Power does its dirty business offstage.
The Land of the Free and Indoktrinated.

Lord Power, the puppets cum politicians you’ve trained so well waste no time tricking voters into believing that indoctrination was born in the Soviet Union. You and I both know that’s major-league bullshit.
Thinking is not dangerous. Your phone is.

While you're doom-scrolling, someone else is doing the real thinking for you. The modern zombie doesn’t drool or moan; it taps, swipes, obeys. And the monster isn’t under your bed; it’s in your pocket. In this digital horror show, Power doesn’t need to bite you to eat your brain. It just sends a notification...Behind every pop-up ad and viral distraction hides a slow, deliberate erosion of your critical thinking. You are not chained —you just gladly hand over the key, so long as the dopamine keeps coming. Meanwhile, Power grows stronger, richer, and more invisible by the scroll.
Neither a Democrat nor a Republican.

Dear Power, the GOP has been a frustrating force for years. They became the party of division & manipulation long ago. You taught them well! RepubliKans - yes, them - amplify the very problems they claim to oppose... DemoKrats , on the other hand, act as if the problem doesn’t even exist. They offer more progressive language, sure — but when it comes to meaningful, long-term change, they mean very little.
WARNING!
KEEP YOUR SANITY IN CHECK!
I may be too questioning for some.
Further reading may cause eye-rolling, CHF, unsolicited enlightenment, and, YES, stimulation of the thinking process. Read at your own risk. Consulting your shrink before proceeding may be advisable.
From Red Havana to MAGA Miami.
My favorite President of the C.D.R.

Once upon a time, my neighborhood's CDR(Committee for the Defense of the Revolution) hit rock bottom. We had no presidente! Not that many of us cared—but a CDR without a leader? Unheard of. The Revolution needed us. So... we stepped forward. Sort of.
I was filthy rich in Cuba.

For the longest time, I've been asking myself why we, Cubans, leave the island to come to America because in Cuba we were filthy rich!
Yes, we were; ask Yusnavy, my friend in the photo. He knows better.
A Cuban Mambí for Trump. I'm f* serious!

A Cuban mambí was a machete-swinging guerrilla who fought Spanish colonialism with nothing but grit, cigars, and a deep hatred of empires. Fast forward a few decades, and he’s trading in machetes for Marx, shouting ¡Patria o muerte! under Fidel’s flag. Blink again, and now—somehow—he's in Miami, wearing a MAGA hat, sipping cortadito, and yelling Viva Trump! at a rally along calle 8. Because nothing says anti-imperialism like cheering for a billionaire with a golden toilet.
My SoFl South of Sobe
Coral Castle
Knock on the rock, drop your dime, and enter the Castle. Get ready for love, mystery, and secrets.
Monkey Jungle
This jungle will make you forget all about the Jungle of asphalt.
South Florida In High Definition
Ungambling Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas In High Definition
So, you're back from Las Vegas.(part I)
Sin City knocked you off of your feet. How many stories do you have to tell?

