Imagine wearing a t-shirt or displaying a poster or waving a flag

in Blason with the face of a brutal killer who openly express racist anger at blacks and indigenous people

and on this guy's disgust for gays.

Well, it's not something you have to imagine, it's done every day.

Somewhere on a college campus or at a social justice protest,

somebody is celebrating a psychopath.

The famous face of course belongs to Ernesto Che Guevara.

It's one of the most perverse jokes in modern life

that so many people, especially young people,

exhaled him as a hero.

Strange hero.

He personally murdered or had murdered and personally tortured

or had tortured thousands of Cuban citizens.

He would have happily murdered and tortured many more

if he had lived longer.

The only thing that stopped him was a bullet.

He was killed in 1967 at the age of 39 trying to organize a communist revolution in Bolivia.

They say only the good day young, Che was an exception.

But Che still captures the popular imagination.

Why?

Hell if I know.

Unless you're into sadistic thug worship, I am at a loss.

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