Exploding cigars, LSD mists, poisoned shoes, bazookas, hotel bombs, downed airliners. It’s the material of the comic-tragedy that is our unofficial state policy toward Cuba. It’s also flat-out terrorism. For forty points and a one-way trip to Guatanamo, guess which ruling American family continues to fully aid and abet that policy? Or read our man J.B. Powell’s review of Dollan Cannell’s recent banging documentary on the whole sordid mess.