Oh, the grandeur of American foreign policy! The blue suits, the wagging fingers, the rhetorical smoke rings blown with the smug precision of a carnival trickster. Nowhere is this phenomenon more on display than in the United States’ long-standing embargo against Cuba—a relic of Cold War spitefulness that clings to its victim like a spurned lover bent o…
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