"This beautiful lounge suite..."
"Che Guevara -- Che...Coventry City last won the FA Cup in what year...?"
In that classic Monty Python sketch, that's a trick question -- and poor Che didn't know the answer. In a beautiful piece of parallel logic, thousands of hippie idiots across in America's big cities wearing Che t-shirts have no idea who he was.
He was a Marxist rebel. Educated as a doctor, he traveled across South and Central America, witnessed the poverty, and (as any good doctor would) decided that only violent, armed insurrection would cure the problem. He remembered his oath..."First, do shoot a lot of people who don't share your views."
I could debate Che's ideals. Actually, no I couldn't. I don't care -- because unfortunately -- like all single-minded extremists on any side of an issue, the idealist went too far and became a monster. He fought the corrupt fat-cats, yes -- but along the way he robbed and killed many of the same common people he claimed to represent.
But, who cares about all this? Not me. Sure as hell. I'm sick of seeing these insufferable swats who couldn't lift, let alone read, a history book wearing $300 t-shirts from Melrose shop-lets with Che's posed face splattered all over it. Next time you see one, ask the wearer who it is. When they roll their eyes and tell your establishment ass about Che, don't let them off the hook. Ask him where he was from...They'll say Mexico. Some might even get closer and say Bolivia -- where he began his violence and thievery. Unfortunately, both are wrong because he was born in Argentina. They'll assume Che was his first name. It was Ernesto. Ask the feeb about what Che was before he donned Castro's cap. Ask them what a communist is...Who Karl Marx was, etc. Then catch your breath and stop. It's pointless.
They won't know. They don't care. They're trendy would-be fashion geeks. So, instead -- the next time you see a young person (or an aging hippie) wearing a Che t-shirt, you can skip the questions and just slap them hard -- across their organic-fed face.
In that classic Monty Python sketch, that's a trick question -- and poor Che didn't know the answer. In a beautiful piece of parallel logic, thousands of hippie idiots across in America's big cities wearing Che t-shirts have no idea who he was.
He was a Marxist rebel. Educated as a doctor, he traveled across South and Central America, witnessed the poverty, and (as any good doctor would) decided that only violent, armed insurrection would cure the problem. He remembered his oath..."First, do shoot a lot of people who don't share your views."
I could debate Che's ideals. Actually, no I couldn't. I don't care -- because unfortunately -- like all single-minded extremists on any side of an issue, the idealist went too far and became a monster. He fought the corrupt fat-cats, yes -- but along the way he robbed and killed many of the same common people he claimed to represent.
But, who cares about all this? Not me. Sure as hell. I'm sick of seeing these insufferable swats who couldn't lift, let alone read, a history book wearing $300 t-shirts from Melrose shop-lets with Che's posed face splattered all over it. Next time you see one, ask the wearer who it is. When they roll their eyes and tell your establishment ass about Che, don't let them off the hook. Ask him where he was from...They'll say Mexico. Some might even get closer and say Bolivia -- where he began his violence and thievery. Unfortunately, both are wrong because he was born in Argentina. They'll assume Che was his first name. It was Ernesto. Ask the feeb about what Che was before he donned Castro's cap. Ask them what a communist is...Who Karl Marx was, etc. Then catch your breath and stop. It's pointless.
They won't know. They don't care. They're trendy would-be fashion geeks. So, instead -- the next time you see a young person (or an aging hippie) wearing a Che t-shirt, you can skip the questions and just slap them hard -- across their organic-fed face.
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