A while ago, I posted some extracts from Alvaro Vargas Llosa’s article on Ernesto “Che†Guevara:
In April 1967, speaking from experience, he summed up his homicidal idea of justice in his Message to the Tricontinental: “Hatred as an element of struggle; unbending hatred for the enemy, which pushes a human being beyond his natural limitations, making him into an effective, violent, selective and cold-blooded killing machine  In a letter to his mother in 1954, written in Guatemala, where he witnessed the overthrow of the revolutionary government of Jacobo Arbenz, he wrote: “It was all a lot of fun, what with the bombs, speeches, and other distractions to break the monotony…â€Â
With the above in mind, readers may be interested in Ted Balaker’s short film on the suckers who fellate this “social justice†icon.
Read and watch the whole thing.
Wasn’t there a series of Ernesto goes to…
1)Re-education Camp
2)Concentration Camp
3)Labor Camp
Although I hear Jim Varney is as dead as Che!
I’ll have to wear my “Commies aren’t cool!” T-shirt tomorrow.
Che was a vile, sadistic, murderer who did so under the cover of La Revolution…
The reason that all of the lefty artisit have turned him into an icon and that Hollywood liberals have lionized him is suumed up in the above quote.
He validates their childish, irrational and unbridled hatred of the conservatives and the traditional; again, in the name of La Revolution! And his outlook jibes perfectly with their message of “by any means necessary”…
Furthermore, in their eyes he is the “tough guy” that most of them could never be. And, you know, radical chic is always popular with those who live in a fantasy world…
The scary fact is that he is receiving an image makeover in our public school system…
So, our kids can revile “the old white guys” who founded our nation, but lionize effin’ Che Guevara-essentially a filthy commie terrorist…
Oh, and he gives them cover for making the poitical personal. That is to say, if you don’t agree with their politics, then you are inherently a baaaaaaaad person. And, at least in Che’s mind, this meant that it was OK to simply rub you out…
It’s not like any filthy white guys have anything to do with the murder of hungry brown people in South America.
I think the titles were “Ernesto runs a …”
It’s so easy. Let’s call anyone who died a filthy Marxist who deserved death. Since the only real MSM is Fox News, let’s review this buried piece of news.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,311770,00.html
And when the Nazis broke into the Hermitage they discovered it was dark, without one piece of art. It was a little beyond anything they were used to.
And from the pools of blood in faraway lands, there arose a easy to understand narrative forwarded by those whose understanding of events is crystallized more fully than others, who, by the way, would never sink to shaking Bill Ayers hand if Ayers ever stuck his hand out there to shake.
One of the reasons I never drifted away from Conservatism in college was noting the fact that people didn’t come to College Republican meetings wearing Pinochet shirts. In fact, I can’t think of a similar cult of personality on “our” side.
And the first troll to say “BOOOOSH” is escaping from their fantasy world. Yes, I forgot all those gigantic wall murals, commemorative plates, and renamed schools even before W. took office.
Even Reagan doesn’t have that “cool cachet”, or silhouette t-shirts look silly no matter who is on them.
A private company got busted for paying protection money to a bunch of thugs. Would you please explain how that is the least bit relative to Che or Ayers? Or white guys murdering people?
Cortez the Killer was a pretty good Neil Young tune!
In the jungles of their native South America we had always killed them in their sleep, yet, surprisingly, one day they came for us, to kill us. Evil bastards. Jose Marti is a coward!
And in the East, they’d the gall to bury their treasures, and not one, not one!, would reveal where they buried their filthy Communist art! We coaxed them with starvation for several years, surrounding the ancient city, even pierced their chidrens’ hearts with out sniper’s aim. Still no art!
What’s with these asshole Leftists! They’ve always known the disingenuous nature of their being! History will reveal our righteous claim, our books will make sure of it!
Ignore the troll.
thorichkan history, meyan climatology, parsnipian logic…all the same bullshit.
When conflict is settled by force, rare is the day where guilt is a one-sided affair.
And if you don’t know the beginning, don’t preach of the end.
Eat your banana with added Craigian gestures that genuinely reflect the lump in your pants.
Barbaric, tasteless art created by sweating blood out of millions of illiterate, brutish peasants.
It’s the Russian Way.
Most of it had the taste and sophistication level of your average Vegas casino, and for much the same reason (to the lowbrow, uncultured mind, Teh Shiny = ‘high class’).
“I’m telling you, Henrietta! The goddamned room had SOLID GOLD FAUCETS! And there was carpet on the CEILINGS!”
The behavior and aesthetic sense of European “royalty” in general bear a marked resemblance to those of a trailer park denizen after he wins the lottery.
When conflict is settled by force, rare is the day where guilt is a one-sided affair.
Unless there are old, white guys involved, you mean.
Before Thor gets yet another thread off track, can someone explain to me why Hollywood types lionize someone who would most likely have had them up against the wall first as tools of the capitalist running dogs?
thorhoid has his naugahyde cultural perspective.
Karack! America’s mercenaries are falling to the ground in a bloody revenged ending.
I’m speechless from sadness.
Stealthy little Commies living in the jungle, we’ll get them someday. We’ll send Ollie North in with a pocket full of cultured pearls.
There’s money to be made from a movie deal. They’re only socialists with other people’s money.
Don’t forget the maroon shag carpet, Mossberg500.
Also a really bitchin’ airbrush painting of a woman with big gazongas over the black and red leather upholstered bar.
Maybe with some glued-on glitter and beads to give it that authentic Russian flair.
One day America’s banana chickens might come home to roost!
How could they not love the Yankee?
I can’t understand their anger! What’s wrong with those people!
I left my velvet Dog’s Playing Poker picture in my apartment after buying my house, dammit! I coulda been a socialite!
You ain’t got the mental choppers, dolt.
I sold my Dr. Zhivago nesting dolls at the garage sale last spring. [hangs head in shame]
I always loved Dr. Zhivago. Russian played by an Egyptian.
I found one in a similar vein to this in the basement of a house I bought years back.
I was in a quandary for a while about what to do with it — I didn’t want to put it out with the trash, ’cause I didn’t want any of the neighbors to think it was mine.
I wound up sneaking it out at night and tossing it in a dumpster behind a shopping center.
Dogs Playing Poker, now, that’s a genuine work of art.
I sold my stock in the Dutch West India Company. [hangs head in shame]
You mean knowing how to use all the functions on a BA-II calculator doesn’t constitute mental chops? Where’d you buy your brilliance, or did it come with daddy’s trust fund?
Might T. Veblen — with “Che chic” and its like (as with Mao) — be shown to have been correct as to the origins and heirarchically downward propagation of this fashionable (fascist-ionable) behavior?
Were that so, wouldn’t the widespreading “Che chic” have driven the cultur makers to the Che antipode by now, stylo-politically? Or is something of that counter-action precisely what we see in manifest in Nick Gillespie, David Thompson, and indeed, ourselves (perish the thought!)?
Just wondering, by the way, it’s not as if I know anything about this stuff worth a plug nickle.
Daddy use a TI-84. Daddy can afford big machine.
How about you? Your daddy still panhandling outside the Republican’s headquarters’ bathroom?
If Che Guevara were alive today, he’d say “Hey, hippies! Where are my royalties for all those goddamned tee shirts?”
— somebody or other
Real men use the HP48-GX.
TI is for people whose brains can’t handle RPN.
Realer men program their own calculators in Assembly.
The smell of Geek: It is strong here.
You either write your own JCL or you’re a pussy.
You can program the GX in assembler.
I even built a serial cable for mine, back in the day, so I could download cross-assembled and cross-compiled code.
I wonder if I still have that? (I still have the calc, but haven’t seen the cable in long time)
JCL is for mainframe code-grinders.
See also: suit, COBOL.
No really, Mossberg500, yours is a stunningly original wit impossible to match. Surely the Comedy Channel is stuffing your inbox with text messages beckoning your searing talent.
My first ex-wife was a mainframe programmer. I listened to far too much of the problematics of JCL and AS400’s, thanks.
“Yep, it’s pretty clear that you have a serious infestation of Geeks here. I’ll run a Cute, blond college cheerleader by your house and she’ll lead them away. Cost ya about $100.00.”
Before Thor gets yet another thread off track, can someone explain to me why Hollywood types lionize someone who would most likely have had them up against the wall first as tools of the capitalist running dogs?
Nah, Che loved him some PR, he wouldn’t charm the hell out of them. He actually didn’t kill all that many white folks, which makes thor’s point silly as usual. Che killed brown folks who didn’t agree with him, just like teh ebil ole white men thor is all guilty about.
he *would’ve* charmed the hell out of them, I meant to say
Question from Politico to Stephen Soderberg, and his answer:
So what is not working is US Government policy, certainly not Cuban government policy. That possibility is simply unthinkable.
Soderberg saw the Michael Moore movie, Sicko! What else does he need to know?
I hadn’t been to “The Jargon File” in awhile. I see my late 80’s early 90’s personality has an entry.
Never could afford an HP back in the 70’s so I had, still have somewhere, a National Semiconductor programmable that was RPN.
That’s rich, thor. The noble, heroic Leftists, being set upon by, well the scumbag, war-mongering, uh, Lefitsts. All for the wretched scribblings that passes for “art” in the intellectual black-hole that is Progressiveland. Wuld that they had killed ech other off completely.
As far as South America goes, the more of those worthless douchebags we kill, the better off we’ll be.
Excuse me. Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don’t feel anything now?
I am from Tonga and now teach English, please tell me right I wrote the following sentence: “Wall clock camera b w wireless w x vision.”
:-) Thanks in advance. Lyre.