Arrr, Cuba be dark again, matey! Sound the alarms, ’tis like they ignored Davy Jones’ own warnings!
2024-10-19
Arrr, matey! Fidel be callin’ Cuba’s power plants “prehistoric,” like ancient galleons stuck in the muck! Yet, here we be, dependin’ on 'em still, facin’ the longest blackout since the Soviets took a dive! Aye, even pirates need their light to find the rum!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale from the swelterin’ shores of Cuba, where the mighty Fidel Castro, that ol’ sea dog, once labeled their power plants as “prehistoric.” Aye, ye heard me right! Like ancient relics from the days of yore, them plants be rustier than a shipwreck on the high seas!Now, ye see, even with such olde contraptions, the good folk of Cuba be dependin’ on ‘em like a sailor on his rum, fer they still be keepin’ the lights flickerin’—or at least tryin’ to! But alas, their reliability be as shaky as a landlubber on a stormy night, leadin' to the longest blackout since the mighty Soviet Union fell like a ship without a sail.
Arrr, can ye believe it? Whole towns plunged into darkness, as if the kraken be swallowin’ the sun! But fear not, for the spirit of the Cuban folk be as bright as a treasure chest filled with gold. They laugh in the face of darkness, turnin’ it into a grand ol’ party, dancin’ ‘neath the stars like a crew of scallywags celebratin’ their latest plunder. So raise yer tankards, me hearties, to the prehistorical power of Cuba, where even blackouts can't dim their fiery spirit!