Pretty silly report. The guy knows nothing. Real sailors stay away from
Hemingway Marina. Real sailors know the little port about a hundred
nautical miles east is where to make landfall. Real sailors know that
all it takes to get "any ting you want" is knowing the correct Cuba
official(s) and paying them handsomely for their services. (Although,
handsomely, is quite a bargain since the US dollar is in such demand
in Cuba.)

F**K the travel ban to Cuba. This American sailor goes where the
wind takes him and the Federal govt. can kiss my bright red rosy.
I'll respect the wishes of any country that does not wish me to
be there but I will ignore my own government when it attempts
to tell me there are places I'm not allowed to visit. I am a free
man.

CN

Capt. Neal® wrote in message
...

F**K the travel ban to Cuba. This American sailor goes where the
wind takes him and the Federal govt. can kiss my bright red rosy.
I'll respect the wishes of any country that does not wish me to
be there but I will ignore my own government when it attempts
to tell me there are places I'm not allowed to visit. I am a free
man.

At the time of writing...

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death
March 23, 1775
By Patrick Henry
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as
abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the house.
But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and,
therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen
if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I
shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time
for ceremony. The question before the house is one of awful moment to this
country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of
freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought
to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to
arrive at the truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to
God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through
fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason
towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of
Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of
hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the
song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of
wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we
disposed to be of the numbers of those who, having eyes, see not, and,
having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal
salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing
to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the
lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the
past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the
conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those
hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the
House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately
received?

Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not
yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious
reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which
cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a
work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be
reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not
deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the
last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this
martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can
gentlement assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any
enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of
navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be
meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those
chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have
we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that
for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject?
Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable;
but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble
supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already
exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have
done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming
on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have
prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition
to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions
have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and
insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned,
with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may
we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation.

There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free--if we
mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have
been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle
in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves
never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be
obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms
and to the God of hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we
are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we
be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we
are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every
house? Shall we gather strength but irresolution and inaction? Shall we
acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and
hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us
hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means
which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people,
armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we
possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who
presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to
fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is
to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election.
If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the
contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are
forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is
inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extentuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry,
Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next
gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of
resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here
idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear,
or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?
Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for
me, give me liberty or give me death!





"Capt. Neal®" wrote in message
...
Pretty silly report. The guy knows nothing. Real sailors stay away from
Hemingway Marina. Real sailors know the little port about a hundred
nautical miles east is where to make landfall. Real sailors know that
all it takes to get "any ting you want" is knowing the correct Cuba
official(s) and paying them handsomely for their services. (Although,
handsomely, is quite a bargain since the US dollar is in such demand
in Cuba.)

F**K the travel ban to Cuba. This American sailor goes where the
wind takes him and the Federal govt. can kiss my bright red rosy.
I'll respect the wishes of any country that does not wish me to
be there but I will ignore my own government when it attempts
to tell me there are places I'm not allowed to visit. I am a free
man.

CN