Now that Nero has been rehabilitated, we need a new name to head the league table of villains. I propose Fulgencio Batista president of Cuba before Castro ousted him.It would be interesting for others to nominate their candidate.
The obvious ones, Hitler, Pol Pot, Donald Trump, Genghis Khan, King Leopold of Belgium etc, whatever their crimes, had an agenda, often a warped one, purporting to benefit their country, albeit at the expense of others, and millions of lives. Fulgencio had no such agenda. Cuba was there for him to exploit, to sell to the American mafia, to enrich himself, fuck school girls, with no attempt to solve the country’s problems. I nominate him.
That Fulgencio Batista y Zaldivar
Died in his bed of a heart attack in Madrid
Must be one of the most outstandingly bizarre
End of one guilty of so many things lurid
So many thefts, so many deeds murderous
So many acts ignoble and treacherous.
Take any murd’ring monster in recent hist’ry
Saddam Hussein, Hitler, Mussolini, Pol Pot
They’d all claim to be working for the glory
Of their country, approve of their methods or not.
Hitler with his thousand-year aims for Germania
Pol Pot to get rid of exploiters and foreign slime
Saddam to become king of a strong Arabia
Benito to have Italian trains run on time
Not the man who turned to the U.S. Mafia
To build two thousand super whorehouses
For rich pricks from Eisenhower’s America
Luciano, Lansky and similar louses.
Eisenhower was gen’rous supplying weapons
To help Batista deal with his hungry Cubans
The CIA had informed him that for the good
Of any country guns were much better than food.
Batista had no ambitions for his country
His main aims: to acquire more and more money
The freedom to seduce and fuck teenage schoolgirls
And be left alone for fun with like-minded churls.
Whilst schools closed bordellos and casinos opened
Operated and patronised by the Yanks
Who come to Havana to spend, spend and spend
With the dictator receiving grateful thanks
Believed to be ten percent of nightly takings
’Twas easier to buy morphine than aspirin
With Fidel and Che waiting in the wings
Clearly a revolution was in the making