Posted on 10/13/2018 6:35:57 AM PDT by Kaslin
Fifty one 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. If the saying "What goes around comes around" ever fit, it's here.
"When you saw the beaming look on Che's face as his victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad," said a former Cuban political prisoner to this writer, "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 La Cabana 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! With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!" This passage is from Ernesto Guevara's famous Motorcycle Diaries, though Robert Redford somehow overlooked it while producing his heart-warming movie.
The Spanish word vencido, by the way, translates into "defeated" or "surrendered." And indeed, the "acrid odor of gunpowder and blood" very, very rarely reached Guevara's nostrils from anything properly describable as combat. It mostly came from the close-range murders of unarmed and defenseless men (and boys.) Carlos Machado was 15 years old in 1963 when the bullets from the firing squad shattered his body. His twin brother and father collapsed beside Carlos from the same volley. All had resisted Castro and Che's theft of their humble family farm, all refused blindfolds and all died sneering at their Communist murderers, as did thousands of their valiant countrymen.
The one genuine accomplishment in Che Guevara's life was the mass-murder of defenseless men and boys. Under his own gun dozens died. Under his orders thousands crumpled. At everything else Che Guevara failed abysmally, even comically.
During his Bolivian "guerrilla" campaign, Che split his forces whereupon they got hopelessly lost and bumbled around, half-starved, half-clothed and half-shod, without any contact with each other for 6 months before being wiped out. They didn't even have WWII vintage walkie-talkies to communicate and seemed incapable of applying a compass reading to a map. They spent much of the time walking in circles and were usually within a mile of each other. During this blundering they often engaged in ferocious firefights against each other.
"You hate to laugh at anything associated with Che, who murdered so many," says Felix Rodriguez, the Cuban-American CIA officer who played a key role in tracking him down in Bolivia. "But when it comes to Che as "guerrilla" you simply can't help but guffaw."
So for many, the question remains: how did such an incurable doofus, sadist and epic idiot attain such iconic status?
The answer is that this psychotic and thoroughly unimposing vagrant named Ernesto Guevara de la Serna y Lynch had the magnificent fortune of linking up with modern history's top press agent, Fidel Castro, who -- from The New York Times's Herbert Matthews in 1957, through CBS's Ed Murrow in 1959 to CBS's Dan Rather, to ABC's Barbara Walters, to NBC's Andrea Mitchell more recently -- always had the Fake News Media anxiously scurrying to his every beck and call and eating out of his hand like trained pigeons.
So no, amigos. The Fake News Media didn’t start their lying and propagandizing with the Trump campaign and administration. Cuba-watchers can testify they’ve been at it for much, MUCH longer.
Had Ernesto Guevara not linked up with Raul and Fidel Castro in Mexico City that fateful summer of 1955 everything points to Ernesto continuing his life of a traveling hobo, panhandling, mooching off women, staying in flophouses and scribbling unreadable poetry.
Che's image is particularly ubiquitous on college campuses. But in the wrong places. He belongs in the marketing, PR and advertising departments. His lessons and history are fascinating and valuable, but only in light of P.T. Barnum. One born every minute, Mr. Barnum? If only you'd lived to see the Che phenomenon. Actually, ten are born every second.
His pathetic whimpering while dropping his fully-loaded weapons as two Bolivian soldiers approached him on Oct. 8 1967 ("Don't shoot!" I'm Che!" I'm worth more to you alive than dead!") proves that this cowardly, murdering swine was unfit to carry his victims' slop buckets.
Che’s (still) dead.
As Rush would say, “Big Whoop”.
As Rush would say, “Big Whoop”.
Good riddance, you Argentine POS.
“The Fake News Media didn’t start their lying and propagandizing with the Trump campaign and administration. Cuba-watchers can testify they’ve been at it for much, MUCH longer.”
Absolutely correct and worthy of repeating.
McCain is still dead...
Shoot anybody who wears a shirt with Che’s picture on it, in celebration.
I cringe when I
See His “T” shirt.
51 long years in the hot place. Just getting started.
It is well that he was well ventilated.
Che begs for life, probably crapped britches in death ... the icon of socialism has finally had people do unto him as he would have eagerly done unto them and their families not long before.
Couldn’t have happened soon enough that he assumed room temperature.
It’s like the other murdering socialist icon in that picture that most think was some poor schmoe shot by the Vietnamese but was really a Viet Cong killer and leader of a death squad tasked with killing police officers and their families.
The Left acts like they’re victims ... but they are the ones who’ve done the overwhelming majority of a century of killing and they’re still the tall grass in which the likes of AntiFa comfortably hides.
Anyone who wears such a T Shirt at the least demonstrates historical ignorance and a state of moral vapidity. At the worse a disposition of pure evil.
Cue Willie Nelson’s Still Crazy.
Ted Kennedy still dead.
The maggots spit him out.
After 51 years, Che’ is still awaiting eternal damnation because he refused to accept Jesus Christ as Savior.
From the Wikipedia page on Jean-Paul Sartre, idolized philosopher of the decadent left:
“Sartre went to Cuba in the 1960s to meet Fidel Castro and spoke with Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara. After Guevara’s death, Sartre would declare him to be ‘not only an intellectual but also the most complete human being of our age’ and the ‘era’s most perfect man.’ Sartre would also compliment Guevara by professing that ‘he lived his words, spoke his own actions and his story and the story of the world ran parallel.’”
Antifa wants to be just like this guy.
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