Launching the craziest guerrilla campaign imaginable against an evil clown with your 80 closest lads hoppin' off tiny yachts, starvation, exhaustion, fighting CIA bruhs who want to put their evil clown back in power, allowing your closest mates to nationalize shit on a whim (oops), fuckin' w/ your small island's finances, not giving a fuck about the debate that will decide your country's future (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Debate_(Cuba) (Che will handle it!)), failing to accrue sufficient capital to make your country not a dump due to a mixture of your own fuck up (dang it Che!) and economic sanctions by the country that should've been your largest trading partner (US-gAy), watching the Soviet Union, your primary life-line, collapse spectacularly, doubling down on Marxist humanism, surviving 60 attempts on your life.

Dudes fuckin' ROCK