Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

President Barack Obama is allowing Americans to make unlimited transfers of money and visits to relatives in Cuba and easing other restrictions Monday, ushering in a new era of openness toward the island nation ruled by communists for 50 years.

Someone posted this link and I'm just- it's so weird, the feelings I have for Cuba, but tears came to my eyes because it's a start. It's the first step towards amending something that should've been fixed almost fifty years ago and it's awesome.

Once, when I was a little girl, I asked my mother if it was alright to pray for someone to die. My mother, of course, was horrified, because I was like, six or seven, and clearly the Bad Seed. She asked what I meant. I clarified that I wanted to know if it was bad to want Castro to die. My mother told me on no uncertain terms that it was absolutely not alright to pray for something like that.

Castro has given up power, for real this time. And even though I know things aren't over- and are probably far from it- I couldn't help but get an actual physical thrill at the announcement.

I know it doesn't really matter much to anyone other than, like, me, but I have to post about it- Castro has relinquished power to his brother.

I need to add that it's temporary, because he's undergoing surgery, but Castro has never given up power. Not ever. And now he's done it, because he's having an intestinal surgery, and... sure, it could be just a month-long thing, but all of Miami is freaking out and honking in the streets under the (common) assumption that anyone would be better than Fidel.

And here I am, afraid to jinx it by talking about it, and everyone is giddily dancing about it as if he were dead already (Although, technically, he could be, and the government could be scrambling- stop with the conspiracies, omg!) and it's the whole, "Once Castro dies, everything will get better" mentality that I've grown up with and heard all my life, that everyone else has too, apparently, and I'm excited, dammit.