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Must be more crackpot blather from that "Miami Mafia," right? Must be those Cuban-American terrorist groups hell-bent on speeding the process, right?

I’m afraid not. In fact, it’s Castro groupies themselves speaking. The above quote came from one of the most smitten, too: the Cuba Policy Foundation, as it closed down shop in a huff.

Ms. Sally Grooms Cowal was one of the big wheels in this "Cuba Policy Foundation." This charming Beltway socialite gained fame three years ago by chairing an earlier farce called "Youth For Understanding."

In this capacity she opened the doors of her Washington, D.C., estate and rolled out the red carpet for Castro’s Gestapo. They scurried in carrying a bundle. "Hurry! Hurry!" She gasped. Then she quickly slammed the door and double-bolted the locks.

That’s so their hapless prey couldn’t escape. Then she frantically rolled down the shades. That’s so no one could see inside, much less film or interview the victims. That bundle had been handed to them by Reno’s Gestapo.

You remember, don’t you, friends? Sally Groom Cowal’s sprawling estate is where they kept little Elian and his father safely sequestered after their Easter kidnapping. Ms. Groom’s home became their temporary prison, before they were shanghaied back to the much larger prison known as Cuba.

Now little Sally seems miffed at her sugar daddy. Her "Cuba Policy Foundation" closed up shop last week amidst much sniffling and quivering of chins. This "Foundation" was a gaggle of shysters, frauds and scoundrels dedicated to, in their own words, "the study of the benefits of expanding trade and people-to-people contact with Cuba."

"Aww,

OK, OK, I’ll concede the point. Not all were swindlers and scalawags; a few were simply IMBECILES, others, SAPS!! There, satisfied?

Sally’s decision, even after her sugar daddy’s recent butcheries, was not an easy one. It’s been a long and passionate affair, you see. So: "At first she was afraid, she was petrified. Kept thinking she could never live without Fidel by her side." Her tissue was handy for the attendant dabbing of her eyes and nose.

"But then she spent so many nights thinking how he did her

Finally, with her lips quivering, she took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and pointed to the door. "Go on now, GO!" She told Fidel. "Walk out the

Fidel was puzzled. "Come, Sally, chica. What’s all this?"

So Sally continued: "You think I'd crumble. You think I'd

Stevie Spielberg isn’t quite up to that

Recall that last fall, little Stevie – in his own words – spent "the eight most important hours of his life" with Fidel. Such infatuation does not wane overnight. When asked about his paramours’s recent butcheries, little Stevie was: "unavailable for comment."

But his "spokesman," Andy Spahn of Dreamworks, told the Wall Street Journal that "Mr. Castro had been

In other words, little Stevie, his heart pounding and stomach fluttering, left the door ajar for Fidel, "Don’t leave me this way," he gasps longingly. "I can’t survive ... You started this fire

Little Stevie’s hell-bent on making a film down there, à la Olive Stone. So we understand.

Actually there are hundreds of Fidel groupies wailing out there. And Rod Stewart’s "Maggie Mae" best sums up their lament:

"All you did was wreck my bed!" They moan. "And in the morning kick me in the head! ... You made a first class

They still do, folks. This little spat won’t last. They’ll be back, watch. Castroite butchery didn’t start last month, for heaven’s sake. And it won’t end tomorrow. In fact, Cuba has many FEWER political prisoners and firing squad murders nowadays than in years past.

So what’s the big deal? So where in the heck

Interestingly, some of those blowing the loudest bugles and pounding the biggest drums

Take Christopher Hitchens. He’s been marching right up there in the front ranks of the Iraqi war’s drum and fife corps. He bugled lustily for war in Afghanistan.

In 1968 he was helping

Come on, Hitch, Pete Townsend tried that defense too. And sure, Pete’s kiddie porn rap is nothing to sneeze at. But you, sir, were an accomplice in the most murderous regime in the hemisphere.

And take Oriana Fallaci. We’ve been reading some heady stuff from her lately regarding freedom and such. Well, where was Signora Fallaci when Cuba had the highest firing-squad murder and political incarceration rate on earth?

She was giving Fidel eye-fluttering interviews that make Baba Wawa and Andrea Mitchell look like Nurse Ratched in comparison. They were positively sickening. I don’t give a flying flip what she’s writing now. I’ve not heard her retract one word of her Castro heraldry. To me she’s a revolting, loud-mouthed hag.

"Come ON, Humberto!" You say. "This stuff was

OK, OK, I’ll concede. These yo-yos weren’t true totalitarians back then. They were simply SAPS!! There, satisfied?

The London Times (no less!) recently ran an article about Castro paramours claiming, "Their delusions have now been exposed."

"Now"? Why "now"? Reminds me of the Tiananmen Square massacre in ‘89. That’s when many diehard pinks finally stormed out on the Chi-Coms. "You mean Red Chinese actually kill people?!" they gasped. "Why, this is

They’d killed about 30 million by then, you yo-yos. Where ya been?

It’s an old story, actually. With pinks, Red regimes are always most popular at their most murderous. It’s only when they’re crumbling that they lose their luster in pink eyes. History proves this beyond a doubt.

Russia was most popular under Stalin – and not just under Stalin, but

The New York Times’ own Walter Duranty won his Pulitzer Prize with his articles

Pinks wagged their fingers at the Chi-Coms over Tiananmen Square. But during the mass butcheries of the Cultural Revolution (millions starved and beaten to death), Mao was their darling. Now we see the same thing with Cuba.

Some say these born-again anti-totalitarians had their heads stuck in the sand. I say it was stuck elsewhere – a place that required bending WAAAAY over to make the insertion.