Poor Fidel Castro. The guy just can't win. He goes out of his way, puts on a nice suit and New York City still teats him like a musk ox at a disabled gazelle convention. Chronically flatulent bus boys with Turrets's Syndrome get more respect. Apparently, New York Mayor Rudolph Guiliani invited everybody to the UN's 50th Anniversary Celebration concert at Lincoln Center except those who were earlier seen bearded in Harlem wearing fatigues. Guiliani is the pleasant former DA, who even when he's addressing his own supporters sounds like he's reading them their rights. He is to subtlety what 8" steel spikes are to pillows. Then to add insult to insult, Castro's daughter, Alina Fernandez Revuelta, shows up at an Anti Castro rally with a placard that said, "my father is a killer." This must be the family that put the "fun" in dysfunctional relationships. Hey you guys, c'mon, lighten up. Communism is deader than John Denver's acting career. If you get that much joy of kicking a guy when he's down, try to channel that energy into something constructive, like organizing a Pete Wilson bashing festival. We could form teams. I get to kick off. "There's the coin toss, and Wilson elects to receive and receive and receive."