In Impromptus today, I talk about Ortega, Obama, and Cuba. You know what Ortega did at that Americas summit, right? He delivered a long diatribe against the United States, which included a blast at the Bay of Pigs operation. He allowed, however, that Obama could not be held responsible for that operation. And what did our president say, in answer? “I’m grateful that President Ortega did not blame me for things that happened when I was three months old.”

“I’m grateful.” Oh, thank you, “President Ortega.” (What happened to “dear Comandante”? Remember that one?)

Do you know what I wish our president had said? Something like, “Well, the Bay of Pigs was terribly executed. But it was a noble cause: the overthrow of a heinous dictatorship. One that denies an entire people their natural, God-given rights. Had that operation succeeded, Cuba would have been infinitely better off, and the world would have been better off. And many good and brave men died in that operation. If we are to be sorry for anything, it’s that the operation did not succeed, not that it occurred.”

That’s what I would have said. But then, I can’t be president, can I? (Even City Council would be a stretch.)

Can you imagine the American president yukking it up with a thug like Ortega about an ignominious moment in the American past? You don’t have to imagine. That’s the kind of president we have. The kind the people voted for, apparently. Great.