The charges stem from the 1996 shooting of private planes from Brothers to the Rescue, a (depending on what side you are on) humanitarian or terrorist organization. The planes were allegedly trespassing Cuban airspace, and were promptly shot down by Cuba. This was the final act that pushed Clinton, despite vows that he would veto, to sign the Helms Burton Act, formally known as the Cuban Liberty and Democratic Solidarity Act. Nice doublespeak, hm?

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(Coro) Aunque yo séa Guajiro Natural Soy un guajiro normal, que viene del monte cimarron Soy un guajiro normal, que viene del monte cimarron Sé cual es mi posicion, yo sé cual es mi lugar (Coro) Aunque yo séa guajiro natural, no te equivoques Aunque yo séa guajiro natural, no te equivoques Vengo de la yunta de buey que tira del carreton Vengo de la yunta de buey que tira del carreton Traigo el olor a carbon y el aroma del batey Puedo montar un avion si me tengo que montar Siempre voy a regresar, conmigo no hay confusion Me gusta como canta el sorsal en el monte Un guajiro natural, natural, especial de alla del monte Porque usted a mi no, a mi no me conoce Que yo te puedo complicar, te puedo enredar la noche Porque te amarro con bejuco colorao que hay en el monte Me gusta como canta la paloma y el sinsonte Coro Conmigo qué, conmigo qué Qué, qué, qué, qué, conmigo qué Me sé la historia del cafetal mejor que usted Y puedo ir a caballo hasta donde vivio el cucalambé Y si no hay caballo arranco y me voy a pie A qu ete pongo a bailar el tin martin de do pingue Con cucaramacara guajirito, guajirito es Tambien te puedo ensenar un buen café A que eso no, eso no lo hace usted Coro Conmigo qué, conmigo qué

I'm a natural country boy I'm a normal country boy, who comes from the monte cimarron1 A normal country boy, who comes from the monte cimarron I know my position, I know what my place is. I'm a natural country boy, you aren't mistaken I'm a natural country boy, you aren't mistaken I come from the yunta de buey2 in the back of a little cart I come from the yunta de buey2 in the back of a little cart I bring the smell of carbon and the aroma of the sugar refinery3 I could get in an airplane and fly if I had to I'd always come back, with me, there's no confusion I like how the sorsal sings in the mountains4 A natural simple country boy, from all the way over the mountain But you, no, no you don't know me I can tell you tales, I can keep you up all night Because I'll tie you up with the colored rattan found in the mountains I like the songs of the doves and sinsonte4 With me, with me, C'mon, with me I know the history of the coffee plantation better than you And I can go by horse to where El Cucalambé5 lived And if there aren't any horses around I'll go on foot What'll it take to get you to dance to el tin martin de do pingue6 With a country boy puppet, just a country boy I can also teach you how to make a good coffee But this, no, this, no you won't even do With me, come on, with me

1. cimarrones were runaway slaves. many who escaped the sugar and tobacco plantations hid in the hills and mountains of Cuba.
2. yunta de bueyes is a mountainous region.
3. There's a huge number of specialized words that go with sugar plantations. Honestly, this is one of the less interesting ones. There's special names for the paths between the crops, and the different tools used (more specific than just machete or something).
4. The sorsal is a bird. The sinsonte is also a bird.
5. El Cucalambé was a famous poet believed killed by Spanish authorities when they were running the island.
6. A dance song. Audio clips can be had if you're willing to use Real Player or Real Alternative.