“Che” star leaves in a snit after being reminded that Che was psycho

Yes, Che did occassionally employ trials to convict his victims. Very often journalists found the verdict of trials posted before the trials began. In some cases a widow clad in black would take the witness stand and dramatically point out the accused and identify him as the wretched scum who killed her loved one. Then she would show up in the next trial and repeat her performance. And the next. And the next.

Che also ordered the lefty prosecution lawyers who looked for evidence to make their case to cease. Evidence was an artifact of decadent bourgeoisie society, Che roared. We execute from revolutionary necessity. He explained that the people can not be educated by good deeds but must be educated by the pedagogy of the firing squad.

Che enjoyed the firing squads, enough to have a wall knocked down at his prison so he could watch them from his office. He condemned 1892 men, boys, and women to death.

After watching many executions, he came to regret the spilling of so much blood. So he had the condemned stop on their way to their deaths to drain a few pints of blood from them. Some of the blood he sold to the North Vietnamese for $50 a pint.

Che was also instrumental in cracking down on crime, helping enforce a law that targeted behavior indicating a prediliction toward crime, an Orwellian concept. Some of these behaviors were long hair, blue jeans, and listening to American rock music. In other words, Che made war on hippies.

Che’s goons would make raids on known hangouts for such hippie types, often simply shooting them dead. Their bodies would then be presented to the funeral director and told they were in car accidents. Others were sent off to the Cuban gulag and worked to death.

It was so bad that Cuban kids who wanted to listen to rock and roll had to play it at night way down low, so that the neighborhood informer would not turn them in. They called it midnght music.

The greatest irony is that the kind of dopey hippie numbskull who loves Che the most is exactly the kind of person Che would have shot.

When Che executed his victims, he wouldn’t have the families informed until after they were buried. He wouldn’t tell them where the grave was, forbid them from searching the cemetery for it, and forbid them from grieving their death in their home.

Che was almost the Bin Laden of his time, plotting two separate attacks on New York City. One attack would blow up landmarks in New York. The other attack involved planting incendiary bombs in department stores around Manhattan on the day after Thanksgiving, the biggest shopping day of the year. Both plots were discovered and defeated by the FBI and NYPD.

The irony of it all is that while Che was plotting to blow them up and burn them en masse, the elite of New York liberal society were entertaining and praising him in penthouse parties when he spoke at the UN. To them, Che was just the most radically chic of them all.

And those are the kind of Hollywood idiots who make movies praising Che.

Tantor on January 28, 2009 at 7:02 PM