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.