Castro on the rocks

There’s one event the criminal world has been waiting for since the mid 90s: the death of Castro. And now, it seems, that moment isn’t far away.

The moment Castro croaks, every carpetbagger, shylock, drug dealer and white slaver is booking a season ticket to Havana. Almost instantly, the calendar turns back to 1958. A free-for-all of gambling, prostitution, and drugs finds a home for its money, just off the US mainland. The Carribbean, Bulgaria, Russia: their past and ongoing corruption won’t even come near to what Cuba sinks into, the day after Fidel’s in the ground.

Yup, the world’s about to gain its newest troublespot. Like we needed any more…