Cohiba Time?

I’ve had a Cuban cigar before. It was wholly unremarkable. It was a Cohiba. I had to go to Mexico to get it, and I want another one. I am going to assume that my lack of enthusiasm about the forbidden tobacco product was a result of my ignorance in dealings with cigars. I can tell you a lot about red wine, but when it comes to cigars, I am a bit of a peon.

Nonetheless, I want another one, primarily because they are just so damn complicated to attain. I think all of this could change soon, now that Fidel has gone and kicked the administrative bucket just shy of the half century mark.

I’m going to need an education before this goes down though. It is my firm belief that education enhances all of life’s pleasures. At this point, it is the difficulty that one must endure in order to acquire one of the coveted Cuban cigars that fuels my lust for the carcinogenic wad of dried plant life. If this hurdle is removed before I have an understanding of what characteristics typify a good cigar, smoking a Cuban would simply be a waste of my time, health, and cologne.

Raul, Raul, Raul, what are you going to do? They say he is more of a pragmatist than Fidel. That’s what they say, but I think one probably needs to be pretty politically pragmatic to survive the pressure placed on his nation by ten consecutive American administrations, not to mention countless alleged assassination attempts by a little gaggle of folks known as the CIA.



Once they set their sights on him, Saddam only survived three administrations. Apparently he was not as pragmatic as Fidel. They say Raul is more pragmatic than Fidel, America likes pragmatism in its enemies. It seems to increase their longevity.

Will the Cuban revolutionary relics have that same gusto without their long winded luminary? Will they have that same nuclear bravado that led them to decide it was a good idea to point Atomic bombs at millions of elderly Americans living in Miami? I sure hope not. Another snafu like that would crush my soot filled dreams for certain.