Once upon a time an old man was sitting on a park bench, and he saw a little boy sitting next to him. The little boy was eating a bag of candy, and the man noticed how the caramel, chocolate, and taffy was sticking to the boy's teeth.
He leaned over and said, "Little boy, I'm a dentist. I think you should know that if you eat that much candy it will not only rot your teeth out. It will be bad for your health and make you die sooner. Candy just isn't good for you."
The boy, not bothering to swallow his current mouthful of sweets first, replied, "I know that isn't true, old man. My Grandfather ate a pound of chocolate every day of his life, and he lived a long life. He didn't even lose his teeth before he died. Do you know what his secret was?"
The dentist, surprised at such contrarian wisdom from so small a child, asked, "What was his secret?"
The boy smiled and said, "He knew how to mind his own fucking business."
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With the preceding story in mind, please read this article on Bush's notions of spreading democracy to Cuba after Castro's demise.
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Ahh, interference. Where would we be without it?
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