My friend Tom Palmer says that whenever he sees somebody sporting a Che Guevara t-shirt, he likes to ask the wearer, “That’s a great t-shirt; do you have the entire collection?” The wearer usually responds either with a blank stare or by asking Tom what does he mean, to which Tom then responds: “You know, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Pol Pot…”
Now I can happily say that the disgusting Che is in the right company in at least one type of merchandise. The photo below was taken recently by a friend in vacation in Italy.
It’s also morbidly fitting that Che’s wine bottle would be decorated with a Cuban flag. He was Argentine, not Cuban, but Cuba is the country upon which he visited the most hell, so his crimes there are for what he should be most remembered. And as long as there are pinheads who would wear a communist mass murderer on their chest, the world will need constant, unremitting, badgering reminding of what Che really did. (Thanks to Philip Blumel for the photo.)