Saturday, 10 May 2008

Cuban 'Revolution' lacks a laugh track. Part One.

Castro and Che in a pre-revolution conference huddle.

Castro: "You're stepping on my foot!"

Che: "I'm sorry comrade. I can be so insensitive!"

Revolutions appeal enormously to the ignorant hubristic teenage brat and grossly immature adult misfit because revolutions are well, essentially about murder, mayhem, theft, screaming and lies, while offering a thrilling chance to project a phony image of yourself entirely without merit or constructive effort. Thus affluent eternally tenured academics too, love to lecture about revolution to their agitprop by the numbers sodden black hearted delight. No really.

To incredible ad nauseum, said teen twerps and provisionally adult perverts often say to me that even if Che the child killer Guevara did murder people, steal their property and destroy everything he touched, ”which he didn’t man! Cos Che was a hero who just wanted to help people...and get rid of you evil fascist's!” er, neocons, BushHitler, Florsheim Shoes salesmen, tennis pros etc...well, it was “necessary” for the revolution and to er, “help people”, unless of course they were beyond help being already starved, drowned, tortured or shot to death.

Hey, is it OK if Che the child killer had have stolen your parents house, arrested and executed your folks as enemies of the revolution, so that your sister now works as a child prostitute, and you were say tortured to death for being a “long haired rock n’ roll musician” and your brother escaped to Miami on an inflatable giraffe? That’d be like, totally radical! Guess not.

Such eternal tantrum prone children as Mark Steyn said “live in a fantasy life completely supported by the system they despise.

But then Marxist Soviet product sodden radical left liberalism is in the very air we breathe. It’s everywhere. Beyond belief but true. Say you are a Marxist or socialist and few will say anything, even though they have murdered over 100 million human beings and CONTINUE to oppress and murder millions. No one can say they’re a Nazi and get a shrug of the shoulders or a pat on the shoulder and “cool! Kill BushHitler!”

Thus education, mainstream media, celebrity, pop music, entertainment and the government are riddled with them, all with identical phone ‘em in opinions based often entirely not on actual empirical reading of facts but on reacting to single words and one and three word slogans, like a Pavlov experiment in which the subject is swallows International Socialist pamphlets whole. Go figure.

Gee, why do the mass left indoctrinated get hysterically attached to psychopathic totalitarian Marxist incompetents, narcissists and now Jew hating Islamofascists? Easy. They're trained to and it's for the phony rebel cred.

If for over fifty years much of our culture has deliberately used Marxist critical theory to undermine the ability of people to see the incredible historical fortune of being born in the kind of place that doesn’t suck, meaning the free capitalist democratic West, then naturally a hip young twerp will want to find some way to off set the subsequent self-loathing this engenders. And that criminally insane circus freaks like Che the child killer and Chavez are foreign and hate America and the Western Canon but don’t live in their affluent neighbourhood next door to them is well, perfect.

It’s a perfect set-up as it requires virtually zero lifestyle change and zero commitment, beyond emotional outbursts of leaden laughable leftist clichés, attending a few screaming riots with your fellow spoiled brats, buying a nice Che the child killer t-shirt and a Rage Against The Machine CD. All this is a great way to make other stupid unread friends and meet conceited snot nosed girls. No really.

When I witness how common this is and how perfectly the dominant left paradigms o’ junk have become cosy bedfellows with Islamofascist stealth and overt jihad, I can only conclude one thing. According to Newtons Third Law of Physics, we're all doomed. No really.

Che love, the love that dare's to speak its name, says almost everything you need to know about someone's mind or the lack there of.

The equation goes something like the following: If one thinks Che is a great and heroic role model, they’re the kind of person who is er, passionate, and equally immature. And being ah, passionate, are more inclined to value emotions and self-image over anything else, especially any easily dismissed Himalaya of empirical evidence to the contrary. Rather problematic but apparently not for them.

Thus such boobs believe in anything but the facts. For the excitable, volatile and morally vain, reality and truth can be quite a damper and well, a real drag. So there’s something hideous ‘bout Fidel the pig and Cuba Inc, kids. Everything! It's been a fifty year reign for the killer phony and uber bore and yet, like the day of the living dead that is the never dying 1960’s, and like The Blob, Fidel just expands and absorbs one useful idiot sycophant after another.

Maybe like the blob, Fidel and his ilk will be killed off when Global Warming is revealed to be the Global Socialism power, money and control grab con and lie that it is, as the temperature drops to a new cool period. An authentic cool and one that doesn’t include wearing child murdering narcissist Stalinist commies on a free market t-shirt.

P.J O’Rourke once said that the only thing you need to know about Communism, is that for most or all of their respective histories, you couldn't get a decent Chinese take-away in China or a good Cuban cigar in Cuba.

Ah, Cuba. As Humberto Fontova the author of 'The Real Che Guevara: and the idiots who idolize him', and 'Fidel Castro: Hollywood's favourite Tyrant' has shown, the images of Che the child killer Guevara, Fidel El Pig Castro, and pre and post Revolutionary Cuba are wrong on almost every count. In the West this is so as it is in Hollywood, on almost any university campus and in the MSM etc, and among failed or successful killers, rapists and child prostitution aficionados. But then they see such totalitarian evil as good thang.

Er, a lot of regular and organised crime digs Cuba too, though I've already mentioned Hollywood. A clear objective view of Fidel's Cuban miracle is hard to find at Sunnyvale Sanatorium and Madhouse or any University, and Che naturally has a fan base in the Middle East and any African gangster cannibal state. Che is largely despised in South America by the mass of people, even in the few remaining dysfunctional led latin powder kegs etc. But Che is eternally popular with affluent liberal left whites, black identity politics race hustling criminals and various misfit minorities like MECHA and La Raza etc.

The rotten to the core lies and delusions of the liberal celebrity fan club for Che and his ilk’s revolutionary brain splattering machines, are delightfully perpetuated by literally millions of fashionably unread, ignorant and spoiled, free world phony rebels, and a chorus of dysfunctional grudge fantasy failed and failing states. [Here's a neat piece on the growing and terrifying duo of Che lovin' Chavez and Iran's Ahmachimphead.]

Via Humberto Fontova: 'Every third male in Miami has the same background of having his family and friends murdered, all property stolen and being the lucky one to have escaped alive. Castro sent his agents to torture to death American POWs in North Vietnam's Cu Loc POW camp outside Hanoi, in 1967'.

“The black is indolent where as the European is forward looking”. Che.

“If the missiles [nuclear] had remained in Cuba, we would have use them against the heart of the United States, including New York City”. Che.

For fifty years the "right on!" revolutionary scene of Fidel, Che and Cuba, have been pushed along nicely by bad TV shows and even worse films and docos. Dross that has perpetuated Che as a delight, and assumptions of Latinos as not having the same aspirations and abilities as say, you and l. Nope, they apparently need a uniquely experimental and shocking solution to their problems, not like er, us. It’s as if for some, certain nation states can only be comprehended as being almost entirely and naturally comprised of people straight from Central Casting.

“We need a coupla million latinos to cheer for Che and their own firing squad, pronto!”

When it comes to national and international disgrace and scandal, bogus attitudes to Cuba, especially in the clueless MSM and celebrityville, are the real deal and a monstrous scandal.

Humberto Fontova: "A Cuban gentleman named Pierre San Martin was also among those jailed by the gallant Che. A few years ago he recalled the horrors in a El Nuevo Herald article. "32 of us were crammed into a cell" he recalls. "16 of us would stand while the other sixteen tried to sleep on the cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Actually, we considered ourselves lucky. After all, we were alive. Dozens were led from the cells to the firing squad daily. The volleys kept us awake. We felt that any one of those minutes would be our last".

"One morning the horrible sound of that rusty steel door swinging open startled us awake and Che's guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell. His face was bruised and smeared with blood. We could only gape. He was a boy, couldn't have been much older than 12, maybe 14.

"What did you do?" We asked horrified. "I tried to defend my Papa," gasped the bloodied boy. "I tried to keep these Communist sons of bitches from murdering him! But they sent him to the firing squad".

Soon Che's goons came back, the rusty steel door opened, and they yanked the valiant boy out of the cell. "We all rushed to the cell's window that faced the execution pit, " recalls Mr San Martin. "We simply couldn't believe they'd murder him!"

"Then we spotted him, strutting around the blood-drenched execution yard with his hands on his waist and barking orders: the gallant Che Guevara." Here Che was finally in his element. In battle he was a sad joke, a bumbler of epic proportions [For details see the book Fidel; Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant.] But up against disarmed and bloodied boys he was a snarling tiger.

"Kneel Down!" Che barked at the boy.

"Assassins!" We screamed for our window. "Murderers! How can you murder a little boy?!" "I said kneel down!" Che barked again.

The boy stared Che resolutely in the face. "If you're going to kill me," he yelled. "you'll have to do it while I'm standing! Men die standing!" "Cowards, murderers, son of bitches!" The men yelled desperately from their cells.

"Leave him alone!" How can...?! "And then we saw Che unholstering his pistol. It didn't seem possible. But Che raised his pistol, put the barrel to the back of the boys neck and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy.

"We erupted. We were enraged, hysterical, banging on the bars. "Murderers! Assassins!" His murder finished, Che finally looked up at us, pointed his pistol, and Blam, blam, blam!, emptied his clip in our direction. Several of us were wounded by his shots."

To a man (and boy), Che's murder victims went down in a blaze of defiance and glory. So let's recall Che's own plea when the wheels of justice finally turned and he was cornered in Bolivia. "Don't Shoot!" he whimpered. "I'm Che! I'm worth more to you alive than dead!" This swinish and murdering coward, this child-killer, was the toast of the Oscars".

The many hypocrites of Hollywood have assisted enormously and enthusiastically in all this and quite traditionally too, considering Tinsel Towns long, deep history of happy partnerships with the Mafia and other organised crime. The same hopelessly crude, violent and sentimental Mafia goombahs who preyed on Cuba pre the revolutionary disaster, have worked freely among the many shallow, relentlessly self-indulgent and decadent creeps of Bel Air, way before and all during the current ongoing Cuban murder spree.

So many Hollywood names have feted and received a cheery kickback holiday of thanks in the other Cuba, the one without firing squads and with imported Champagne, that one could throw up continuously all over the carpet of a rich celebrity Lear Jet. Pity the poor cleaner.

"Yukka, Mr Hollywooda! How do I getta out a so many a stains? First a cocaine, then booze and cum, and now ah the vomit!"

It's very complicated, Doctor. It's affluent people having a tedious guilt about their affluence, and the fortunate recipients of the benefits of capitalist democracies, finding that this just doesn't sit so well with their wished for rebel image. It's hard to hold a grudge and maintain the pose of struggle when you've got more than enough of nearly everything.

So, just make it all up and find a safe false enemy such as your folks, any US President, but preferably and almost always Republican, affluence in general or the price of cheese. It really doesn't matter. At every G8 protest rally cum violent riot, it's a sea of unresolved parental issues and a free for all festival of the disingenuous, the immature and the morally inverted.

After doing even a small amount of easily available research on Hollywood history and its often ugly, peculiar and fashionable attitudes, how can anyone decent ever respect a lot of these people and beyond their often mediocre, repetitive specialties, find them in the least bit interesting? Hey, it's not just Hollywood films either. It's the same for much of the alleged creative classes, baby. You can apply the same test to many celebrities, musicians and writers etc. They nearly all seem to love a nice Che T to enhance what is often a thin rather tawdry image.

And it’s not just my image that’s tawdry. Hey we're all human, even agents, but these people have real power, influence and opportunity and an incredible platform in which to indulge themselves and they usually do.

Don't get me wrong. I like a lot of Hollywood films and even some of the people, especially the technicians. I'm the same as any other movie fan. But boy, when delving deeper into the shallows, the dishonour roll is rather long, eh? Celebrities have in their usually ignorant, lazy and research free zone babbled on for almost fifty years with a sickening mix of delusion, out and out lies and mutual narcissism in the strange corrupt cult of celebrity complicit revolutionary Cubanism.

The sometimes appealingly pretentious tick prone Johnny Depp is just crazy about Che, about whom Depp seems to know fuck all factual. Nope, it's just a romantic dream for our faux rocker and rebel. Well, cream dream on, wimp boy.

"Had Johnny Depp been born two decades earlier [and in Cuba], if he attempted the lifestyle of a U.S. teenager or campus rebel his "digging" would have been of a more literal nature. Depp would have found himself digging ditches and mass-graves in a prison camp system inspired by the man glorified on his little pendant. Had his digging lagged, a "groovy" Czech machine-gun butt might have shattered his teeth or perhaps some "groovy" Soviet bayonets slashed his buttocks.

Hugo Chavez recently labeled his regime's socio-economic model, "Mission Che Guevara." As I write Chavez' police goon squads [some mimicking their national leader by wearing Che t-shirts, as visible on Youtube], bludgeon, tear gas and arrest hundreds of rebellious college and high-school students. Nothing could be more fitting."

For a dictator, nothing could be more fitting than a Che t-shirt! And these students can find zero “solidarity” with any Western student movement of support, cos there is none.

Via Humberto Fontova: "In a famous speech in 1961 Che Guevara denounced the very "spirit of rebellion" as "reprehensible." "Youth must refrain from ungrateful questioning of governmental mandates" commanded Guevara. "Instead they must dedicate themselves to study, work and military service."

And woe to those youths "who stayed up late at might and thus reported to work [government forced-labor] tardily." Youth, wrote Guevara, " should learn to think and act as a mass." "Those who chose their own path" [as in growing long hair and listening to Yankee-Imperialist Rock n' Roll], were denounced as worthless "lumpen" and "delinquents." In his famous speech Che Guevara even vowed, "to make individualism disappear from Cuba! It is criminal to think of individuals!"

Tens of thousands of Cuban youths learned that Che Guevara's admonitions were more than idle bombast. In Che Guevara the hundreds of Soviet KGB and East German secret police STASI "consultants" who flooded Cuba in the early 60's, found an extremely eager acolyte.

By the mid 60's the crime of a "rocker" lifestyle or effeminate behavior got thousands of youths yanked off Cuba's streets and parks by secret police and dumped in prison camps with "Work Will Make Men Out of You" in bold letters above the gate. The one at Auschwitz' gate read: "Work Will Set You Free", with machine gunners posted on the watchtowers. The initials for these camps were UMAP, not GULAG, but the conditions were much the same.

Today the world’s largest Che Guevara image adorns Cuba’s headquarters for its KGB-trained secret police. And Johnny Depp seems delighted to flaunt this emblem from his pendants, shirts and kerchiefs". Fontova.

Yep, it's a Havanawood party in Cuba for a lot of celebrities, and Hollywood is a cool source of La-La Land polished propaganda for Fideliano. Cuba is great way for stars to get their right on rebel badge accreditation via a completely fake and dead revolution.

Well, they're only helping to maintain the half century crushing of anonymous Cubans, so who's to know? Almost no one, especially not in most of the MSM. And with such immoral lack of judgement, you wonder why so many movies are so very bad? What else would you get from immensely spoiled and privileged people whose main occupations are forever amplifying their own reflections via the creation of fantasy worlds, drug taking and getting laid?

Jack Nicholson said of Castro: “He’s a genius. We spoke of everything”. Of cabbages and Kings no doubt?

Kevin Costner said meeting the killer was: “An experience of a lifetime”. Movie wise, Costner is mostly remembered and still rides on the same one experience of his lifetime from about fifteen years ago. I should be so lucky.

Harry Belafonte’s anti-US rants and pro Castro boot licking is broadcast unbelievably from Havana State Radio. Unbearable boredom FM on your dial. It's interesting that Harry does seem to always return to the evil United States? But Belafonte couldn't possibly be a phony and a hypocrite, right?

No mention by Harry Bellalugosi that while Batista had eleven prisons in total, Castro now has three hundred! There were over four thousand firing squad executions without trial in the first three years of the er, revolution, and around two thousand of those were ordered by the lovely Che.

"Che's life is an inspiration for every human being who loves freedom", reckons Nelson Mandela. Right, and Mandela has done so much post Apartheid for South Africa, and to help the people of Zimbabwe and well, help Africa in general. Er, nope.

Ah, Nellie forgot to comment on the typical kind of useless imbecile er, leader, that curses the continent of Africa, described nicely in the er, Prime Minister of South Africa, Thabo Mbeki. For many years, Tab acted upon his belief that AIDS is not spread by HIV. Lot of protests at the deaths of millions of African people because of this kind of profound ignorance? Negative. Zilcho. Hey, Mandela is a living Saint and His miracles work in mysterious ways, right? I digress.

Steven Spielberg said meeting the Dictator was: “the greatest eight hours of my life”. For the worst eight hours of your life, go to the next Spielberg festival of sickening contrived sentimentality and mawkish shallowness: A Retrospective, and watch four of his films in a row.

Naomi Campbell opined that meeting the Debauched One was: “very spiritual” and “an inspiration”. So far no guy seems to have been as equally inspired by Naomi to stick around long-term.

Chevy Chase said: “Socialism works. Cuba might prove that”. None of his films have really worked regards quality and timelessness, have they?

Robert Redford asks Che's sister to approve his phony Motorcycle Diaries script. Spike Lee, Sidney Pollack, Oliver Stone, Woody Harrelson, Danny Glover, Shirley MacLaine, Alanis Morissette, Leonardo DiCaprio, Dan Rather, Ed Asner etc, etc, are all creepy and flaky fans of Fidel the creep, and have made various delightful endorsements of the old cigar sucker.

Old Bob Redford used Che's diaries for The Murder Cycle Diaries, with the crazy and perhaps not so marketable of Che's psycho rants of extreme violence, edited out by er, Fidel. Gee, I hope Bobby also submitted the script to Fidel for approval. Oh, he did! It just shows that the Golden Boy has still got that romantic touch.

Sara Lequerica De La Vega stated on UCLA Today, in an article titled "Che Show only glorifies ruthless killer", that the “The self-indulgence and frivolity of pampered Western pseudo revolutionaries, speaks clearly of their lack of critical objective analysis”. Mark Morano on CNSNews, titled an article "Critics Assail Fidel Castro’s Sickening Grip on Hollywood Celebrities".

The people who dig Che en masse, are perhaps never going to do any easily performed research about their sickening hero, because they don’t really want to know. Once you start examining and removing pieces in this particular house of left cards, you’ll have to keep removing the many other lies and fantasy’s that have made up their dreamscape for many, many tragic decades. It ain’t gonna happen, kids.

So they stay with the fantasy and defend it ever more from any evidence whatsoever. And there's plenty of company worldwide for 'em, with the millions of stubbornly deluded and curiously aggressive fans of Che the shit. But hey, that's a cool t-shirt ya wearin'! You must be a real rebel and a champion of the people!

Gotta be.

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