Many years back we took the kids to see the Smithsonian in D.C., only to be ambushed by the pathetic, self-flagellating exhibit of the 1941 Japanese-American internment.
Surprise, surprise, they’ve done it again. Apparently, they also love that rat bastard Commie Che Guevara:
Che would write tender poetry for his wife, and when he departed for the Congo in 1965, left tape recordings of his favorite romantic verse, including Pablo Neruda’s “Goodbye: Twenty Love Poems”. He also left a letter for his four children to be opened and read only in the case of his death.
Oh, how nice. Here’s how the Left prefers to remember the murderous asshole:
…while my favorite Che pic is this one:
And I find it satisfyingly ironic that when faced with his own death at the hands of his captors, the sadistic prick cried like a little girl and begged for his life.
Sic semper tyrannis.
It’s sad, really. They didn’t have any gasoline with which to burn him alive.
In Cuba, kids are indoctrinated by “teachers” by reciting “We will be like Che!” If they only knew….