It Wasn't On My List, Santa...But I'll Take It!!

Shades of Generalisimo Franco- rumors are flying once again that Castro's number has finally been called out in Hell's waiting room. The Lovely Michelle has all the linkys.

If you saw some of the video that had been shown the other week during his belated birthday celebrations (of which he was noticibly a no-show) that were alledgedly 'recent' tape of him slowly chugging along some annoymous hospital-like hallway in his bionic Adidas tracksuit, only one thing could come to mind: "Dead dictator walking!"
If you've ever been present when a friend or family member is subcumbing to the effects of cancer, you know that 'look'-weird skin tone (almost orange), sunken, wild staring eyes, overall weakened and crappy state, going in slo-mo.
I've seen that look....Castro's a goner...if he ain't already.

...and it ain't a purty end, at all.

UPDATE: While we wait for comfirmation...if any...here's something to wile away the time.

UPDATE, deux: Looks like we'll just have to wait while his brother rearranges the deck chairs and gets all the political ducks in a row before we get "official" word.
Sooner or later this will be true. Be prepared for much wailing, gnashing of teeth, rending of sackcloth and sitting in ashes by the MSM.