The Stout Republican

I’ve complained in my recent history about the communist imagery that’s glorified among todays “youth”, whether that be college kids wearing Che shirts, or Cameron Diaz sporting a commie bag. Mike Adams does a great job of summing up the forgotten Che, both with historical reference (forgotten easily because the shirt looks cool, and hell, Rage Against the Machine liked them).

“(T)o execute a man we don’t need proof of his guilt. We only need proof that it’s necessary to execute him. It’s that simple.” – Che Guevara.

What’s great about dictators, murders, and killers, is they’re really easy to “sell” to peace loving hippies. If you can present something as cool, the reality doesn’t matter. This is how business works, and nothing is easier to sell to than a predictable, easily directed consumer. Does this make business bad?

Another room would be built especially for death penalty opponents. It would feature 1892 candles – one for each of the men Che sentenced to the firing squad. This is the most conservative estimate I could find, by the way. Other sources say he admitted to “several thousand” executions during the first year of the Castro regime alone. (The Black Book of Communism claims that the firing squads of Castro and Guevara produced a total of 14,000 murders by 1970).

Not bad, quite so much as indifferent to the thousands of lives that moral relativists can take.

“We will march the path of victory even if it costs millions of atomic victims… We must keep our hatred alive and fan it to paroxysm.” Che Guevara.

I’m learning the more I converse, the more I browse the net, the more I read the websites, watch the shows, consume the media…hate drives so many on the left. Hate for those who work hard for themselves. Hate for others who don’t have the same ideas. Hate, visceral hate, for people who think differently. I love the fact that tolerant, well meaning people on the left, want nothing more than to make people the same.

Another room could display pictures of Che fighting in actual revolutionary warfare. This room would be nearly empty because there is little evidence that he ever fought in anything that could be characterized as a real battle. This is due to the fact that most of the people killed by Che were men and boys he shot at close range while they were bound and gagged.

I celebrate the individuality of the free thinking man who chooses to do for himself, rather than prostrate himself in front of his peers and his government, to sacrifice his individuality, dreams, and potential, so that he can help further the wants of the least of us.

I am an I….I refuse to work for an unknown “we”. Especially a “we” who loves the redistributing of my hard earned wealth…but hates my ethics and lifestyle that helped me earn it…for them.

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Torturer, Murdered, Madman…yet…this still exists.

The Fidel Castro Handbook vindicates Fidel’s faith in the Cuban revolution as a living inspiration for oppressed peoples everywhere – and is required reading for everyone interested in the formation of a truly free and independent Latin America.

Thanks to George Galloway…darling of the left for his contempt of Bush…

Here’s Cuba:

Mr. Chairman, I know the taste of the urine and the excrement of other men… that practice does not leave marks; marks are left by beatings with steel rods and by bayonet thrusts. My head is still covered with scars and you can feel the cracks.

But, what can inflict more damage to human dignity, the urine and excrements thrown all over your face or a bayonet’s blow? Which is the appropriate article for the discussion of this subject? Under which technical point does it fall? Under what batch of papers, numbers, lines and bars should we include this trampling of human dignity?

For me, and for innumerable other human beings around the world. The violation of human rights was not a matter of reports, of negotiated resolutions, of elegant and diplomatic rhetoric, for us was a daily suffering.

For me (it meant) eight thousand days of hunger, of systematic beatings, of hard labor, of solitary confinement, of cells with steel-planked windows and doors, of solitude.

Eight thousand days of struggling to prove that I was a human being. Eight thousand days of proving that my spirit could triumph over exhaustion and pain. Eight thousand days of testing my religious convictions, my faith, of fighting the hate my atheist jailers were trying to instill in me with each bayonet thrust, fighting so that hate would not flourish in my heart.

It’s a matter of connect the dots of course…but a man is known by the company he keeps, and the heroes he worships. Fidel Castro is no hero.

Ehhh….flashback of college and Che shirts and Castro worshipers everywhere. Rebel worship for the sake of worshiping something daddy and mommy who paid for the experience would shirk at. Liberals really need to think things through…tangent.

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The clock might be ticking for Castro…

The man who was supposed to live far beyond 100 might be having complications…I don’t like the man, but Babalu Blog has a little more history. One of the last struggling communist states hopefully will fall by the wayside, giving hundreds of thousand the chance to provide something their parents weren’t able to provide them in Cuba…hope.

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Oh thank you Drudge for posting the link to this story.

Castro’s doctor now states he’s in fantastic health, and will likely live to be 140. I get the Futurama shot of Castro’s head in a snowglobe. I can’t help but imagine how that doctor feels. It’s like a bad movie. Bringing negative news to Fidel Castro reminds me of a James Bond film, where the underling who brings the news that Number 1 doesn’t want to hear is thrown into a pit of sharks, or attached to a rocket aimed for the UN (hmmmmm). I just can’t imagine even Castro believing this…or his people for that matter. When the oldest person alive right now is 128 years, it’s got to make you wonder…or does Cuba even get that news with all their censorship?

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