Forty three years ago this week, Ernesto “Che” Guevara got a major dose of his own medicine. Without trial he was declared a murderer, stood against a wall and shot. Historically speaking, justice has rarely been better served. If the saying “What goes around comes around” ever fit, it’s here.
“When you saw the beaming look on Che’s face as the victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad,” said a former Cuban political prisoner Roberto Martin-Perez, to your humble servant here, “you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara.” As commander of the La Cabana execution yard, Che often shattered the skull of the condemned man (or boy) by firing the coup de grace himself. When other duties tore him away from his beloved execution yard, he consoled himself by viewing the slaughter. Che’s second-story office in Havana’s La Cabana prison had a section of wall torn out so he could watch his darling firing-squads at work.
Even as a youth, Ernesto Guevara’s writings revealed a serious mental illness. “My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any vencido that falls in my hands!” This passage is from Ernesto Guevara’s famous Motorcycle Diaries, though Robert Redford somehow overlooked it while directing his heart-warming movie.
9 comments:
Too bad we can't kill the sonofabitch again. But at least his evil was obvious and almost palpable. Worse is the subtle evil of The Left, where Che's image is part of their iconography and blind to the facts.
Redford? Have you seen him lately? He has the face he deserves. Looks like a powdered queen at a sleazy New York bath house.
...not that there's anything wrong with that...
Oh yes, a true hero of the left ... from BO to Redford.
Oh, that puts things in a much clearer perspective for me. I knew little other than his murderous community organizing. Simply, he was their Charles Manson.
Rhod... Your description of Redford should be his epitaph.
Sig... or anyone else's.
Woody, don't forget Hanoi Hilda.
So, Doom, does that mean you won't be buying the t-shirt?
Here is my little run in with Che-ites here in Vermont.
http://greenmnts.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-first-i-thought-it-was-good-idea-then.html
This stunt effectively torpedoed any thinking man's willingness to work with these clowns, with minimal payoff with the fanbois. I know the campaign manager for Dennis Steele, and he tried to warn him. To no avail. Better they have your true heart out in the open then to find out to late about another Pol Pot...
Some of the guys said that if these clowns did get in, there would be bold faced resistance. Don't think that will happen now.
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