When you keep three people imprisoned in your home against their will for a decade, you don’t get to have an “other side.”

There are crimes so terrible and grave that it invalidates everything else about you. Concentration camp executioner who pets puppies and helps old ladies cross streets? Who cares. That “concentration camp executioner” role is not some minor quibble. It defines you forever.

Life isn’t fair even to the despicable. And life doesn’t have any do-overs, take-backs and resets. It’s not a video game. Castro is worthless scum and the world would be better off without him, no matter how many puppies he pets or how much litter he picks up.