Not That Kind of Revolution
Andrew and I are at the Ocean State Policy Research Institute dinner with Grover Norquist at the Cuban Revolution in Providence, and as you can see, the atmosphere is full of thematic incongruities:
All throughout dinner, something in Fidel’s eyes distracted me. As everybody filtered out of the room, I walked over for a closer look:
My question: Was this a sly cut at the icon by the artist, or is death something that fashionable leftist-revolutionary-ophiles like to see as the gleam in their heroes eyes?