And I expect that you are all as literally devastated as I literally am about the literally appalling news of Our Fidel’s passing, at the tragically early age of only 90.
Friend Fidel, as Jeremy and I naturally called him, was not merely a great statesman who literally transformed Cuba in to the country it is today. He was also a great friend to all of those of us on the Progressive Left, who dare to dream that, one day, a better World – and indeed elsewhere – can be created from the ashes of the current neoliberal paradigm, in which unbridled Hard-Right Trumpery and Far-Right Brexity have literally devastated our so-called society, which Thatcher first denied the existence of, and then totally destroyed.
I would write more, friends, but it is literally impossible for me at this particular moment to find the words to describe how I feel. This is the – literally – darkest day for those of us on the Progressive Left – and there are many of us, friends, e.g. us – since that dark day of November 9th, when the viciously Hard-Right Trump literally stole the Presidency from Our Hillary, despite Our Hillary winning literally tens of billions more votes than him.
Let us sing together, friends!
Friends, I – literally – feel a song coming on! Let us now, very quietly, and with the enormous dignity that This Great Movement Of Ours is justly famous for, now sing, at the top of our voices, that classic chorus from my specially adapted version of that musical and lyrical masterpiece, Our Red Flag. (Organ, Diane!) All together now, friends: