How to Feed a Dictator

or “Breakfast,” about fifty B-52 bombers dropped more than two thousand tons of bombs on suspected Vietnamese communist bases in Kampong Cham. Instead of hitting the Vietcong, most of the bombs fell on civilians.
Then came time for “Lunch”—more bombs.
Then “Snack.”
Then “Dinner.”
“Supper.”
And “Dessert.”

you’ve grown up in captivity, for the rest of your life you can’t get your fill of freedom

Altogether, Operation Menu dropped almost 110,000 tons of bombs on Cambodia. It happened without the knowledge of the American public. Only a few members of the U.S. military, and the president’s administration, knew about it.

Every reproach they’d like to hurl at Fidel they hurl at me. How much of that can you listen to? “It was what it was, and now it’s different,” I’d say, when I was still talking to them.

Union, people started telling a new joke, which said that the signs at the zoo now read “Don’t eat the animals.”
Another joke went, “What are the three achievements of the Cuban Revolution? Medicine, education, and athletes. And its three failures? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

On that day the administration took away the keys to our old cars and gave us the keys to the new ones. Nobody asked you about it; you just came to work, and when you left, there was a new car parked in the garage.