• Cuban ‘Revolution’ lacks a laugh track. [Part 1]
• Cuban ‘Revolution still lacks a laugh track. [Part 2]
• Cuba is still not a laugh a minute. [Part 3]

Che the child killer Guevara finally achieves a single act of use to other people. He dies. Ironically, a true anti-Christ like narcissist and coward, Che will end his life of sadism and megalomania looking like Jesus. “Quick, comrades! To the Ministry of Propaganda and t-shirt factory! This’ll sell a million!”

“In your head, in your head.
Zombie, zombie, zombie.
Hey, hey, hey.
What’s in your head?
In your head.
Zombie, zombie, zombie?”
-Zombie. The Cranberries

I dedicate this post to Humberto Fontova, therealcuba, cubacenter, thepeoplescube, cubafreepress, fiu, che-mart, online friends FreeMiami, Cuba Libre and the millions of others who care about human beings, freedom, life, love and truth.

As Socrates said, “Take off that damn Che t-shirt!”.

In the film, The Motorcycle Diaries’, every time the actor playing Che spoke passionately about wanting to help ordinary people, I felt that’s where the laugh track should come in, with extra mocking. Try paying your way, Che. That might help. Violent revolutionaries are usually very fond of proclaiming their oneness with the common folk via said surface passions, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they want them to stay at the same hotel. Actually, Che admittedly had, though often by mere blunder, a strange obsession with roughing it and often to extremes. An enthusiasm he wanted to share very much with the world.

Che’s kind of personality never really seemed in practice, capable of seeing or understanding real people as more than a malleable abstraction for the absurd, unworkable and inhuman ideology of choice. The basic philosophy is that it’s always the peoples fault. Those naughty counter-revolutionaries! Thus freaks like Che keep on shooting people until they get the insanity of the system just right. Which is impossible.

The Revolution was a convenient and destructive platform for opportunistic, manipulative, boringly vast egos with stunted morals and stupid one dimensional idea’s, that possessed no detectable and natural aliveness whatsoever. And virtually all of the main protagonists of the Revolution were middle class and higher. They knew little to nothing about the people they shed crocodile tears for, beyond their easy and brainless abstractions.

Thanks to the Communist victory, Che could take on tour, his bloated, cowardly and inflated personality disorder, which had grown by the mid-sixties into Zeppelin-like proportions. Conversely, the Zeppelin itself hadn’t grown at all and was not on tour, having not yet formed and therefore was very minus one John Bonham.

Che then attempted to foist, gangster and bully the oppressed and poor such as the people of Bolivia, into believing his bankrupt ideology was the answer to anything. Tragically for Guevara, the proletariat, even while sitting on a crap pile, weren’t so automatically enamoured with his proffered alternative of parachuting into a total, vortex-like experiment and turned him into the local Gestapo, maybe for a tin of minestrone.

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