i am mojo!

 O HAI EVERYBODY! It has been teh SPEKTACKULARLY EXCITEN WEEK here at Casa Mojo, wech you will know a little bit about if u has been followen teh comment thread under my last post.

First of all, my MomandDad went back to QUBA, wech I never thought they would go through with, but as it happens there is teh important POLITICKAL AND SOCIAL DEVELOPMENTS wech caused this visit to become DIPLOMATICALLY NESESSARY.

What happened was, teh long time President of Cuba, FIDDEL CATSTRO, said "I has desided to retire as President of Cuba and get some sleep and if you was President of Cuba for 49 years and had survived teh 300 assassenation attemps, you'd need some sleep too". Then for reasons only known to his enigmatic self he named RAUL, the BLACK FREITER, teh OOLIE, his sucsessor. (Yes it turns out that teh BLACK FREIGHTER's name is really RAUL, although how "TEH BLACK FREITER" or even "OOLIE", is short for "RAUL", I can has no idea. I will chalk that up to hooman foolishness.)

Anyway, RAUL, teh BLACK FRITTER, said "If nomenated to be teh President of Cuba I will not pretend to run; if appointed, I will not serve. I has seen teh photos that Mojo's momanddad brout back. So I names MOJO (pronounsed MOHO in teh Spanich fashion) to be teh President of Cuba, and Good Luck with That". 

Well I have to confess I did not see this comen. Last Monday if U had told me I would be teh Presedent of Cuba I would have said, "Pull teh other one, it's got bells on it". And yet life hands us teh surprise now and then. Suddenly I understood why MomandDad was in CUBA, it was to TELL TEH PEOPLE THAT MOJO WAS TEH NEW PRESIDENT. 

So I will take up this mantle as I looked at Cuba on teh map and it looks v. manageable to me, it looks a lot like Prinse Edward Island only upside down, what can be so hard about runnen teh plase?  







You may hensforth refer to me as Generalissimo Mojo or Comandante Mojo, although I will use Comandante en Jefe for formal occasions when I wears my best fatigues, like when Hugo Chavez comes to visit. I will also go by the more fraternal and populist "Compadre", as Mr. Fiddel Catstro does to great effect; and my close friends may even call me the more affectionate "Compay" on occasion, but only after dinner when we are taking brandy and cigars in teh den and always with the danger that my mood may be fickle and I will take offense at their familiarity and sent them to administer Manzanillo, where teh trees bears teh poisonous fruit.

It's a funny old world where one day you may be tryen to figure out wat number comes after "three" and before "five" and to remember wether you ate supper or not and teh next day you is Comandante en Jefe of a whole country with teh volcanoes and teh sea serpents and teh trees wech bears teh poisonous fruit. But I try to roll with it. I am already working on some new policies for QUBA, many of which are grounded in teh new line I am adden to teh Cuban Constitution: CATS RULE, DOGS DROOL. 

My next act will be to work on teh BANISHMENT of all teh MONSTERS and SEA SERPENTS and BEARS and WOLVES and so on to that snooty BERMUDA, so that I can VISIT MY PEOPLE in a monster-free CUBA and rule them benevelently from teh country itself instead of txt messaging and faxing parliament, wech may not turn out to be a very efficient way to run a country. 

I better go, my peeples, Cuban or otherwise. I has a lot of readen to do, starten with "Socialist Dictatorship for Dummies", whech in order to get into teh mood, I stole from teh local Chapters.

yrs. revolutionarily,

Compadre Mojo