Friday, October 12, 2018

51th Anniversary of Che Guevara’s Death - Humberto Fontova


by Humberto Fontova

The real story of a sadistic charlatan and mass executioner.




Fifty-one years-ago this week, Ernesto "Che" Guevara got a major dose of his own medicine. Without trial, he was declared a murderer, stood against a wall, and shot. If the saying "What goes around comes around" ever fit, it's here.

"When you saw the beaming look on Che's face as his victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad," said a former Cuban political prisoner to this writer, "you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara."

As commander of the La Cabana execution yard, Che often shattered the skull of the condemned man (or boy) by firing the coup de grace himself. When other duties tore him away from his beloved execution yard, he consoled himself by viewing the slaughter. Che's second-story office in La Cabana had a section of wall torn out so he could watch and savor his firing-squads at work.

Even as a youth, Ernesto Guevara's writings revealed a serious malevolence. This passage is from Ernesto Guevara's famous The Motorcycle Diaries: "My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any vencido that falls in my hands! With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!".  Robert Redford somehow overlooked it while producing a screenplay based on Guevara’s memoir.

The Spanish word vencido translates into "defeated" or "surrendered," but "the "acrid odor of gunpowder and blood" to reach Guevara's nostrils very rarely came from anything remotely describable as combat, but from the close-range murders of unarmed and defenseless men and boys.
15-year-old Carlos Machado was one of those victims in 1963 when the bullets from Guevara’s firing squad shattered his body. Carlos’ twin brother and father collapsed beside him from the same volley. All had resisted Castro and Che's theft of their humble family farm, all refused blindfolds and all died sneering at their Communist murderers, as did thousands of their valiant countrymen.


The one genuine “accomplishment” in Che Guevara's life was the mass-murder of defenseless men and boys. Under his own gun dozens died. Under his orders thousands crumpled. At everything else, Che Guevara failed abysmally, even risibly. For instance, during his Bolivian "guerrilla" campaign, Che split his forces whereupon they got hopelessly lost and bumbled around, half-starved, half-clothed and half-shod, without any contact with each other for six months before being wiped out. They didn't even have WWII vintage walkie-talkies to communicate and seemed incapable of applying a compass reading to a map. They spent much of the time walking in circles and were usually within a mile of each other. During this blundering they often engaged in ferocious firefights against each other.

"You hate to laugh at anything associated with Che, who murdered so many," says Felix Rodriguez, the Cuban-American CIA officer who played a key role in tracking him down in Bolivia. "But when it comes to Che as "guerrilla" you simply can't help but guffaw."

So, for many, the question remains: how did such an incurable doofus, sadist and epic idiot attain such iconic status?

The answer is that this psychotic and thoroughly unimposing vagrant named Ernesto “Che” Guevara had the magnificent fortune of linking up with modern history's top ‘press agent’, Fidel Castro, who -- from the New York Times' Herbert Matthews in 1957, through CBS' Ed Murrow in 1959, to CBS' Dan Rather, to ABC's Barbara Walters, to NBC's Andrea Mitchell more recently -- always had the mainstream media anxiously scurrying to his every beck and call and eating out of his hand like trained pigeons.

Had Ernesto Guevara not linked up with Raul and Fidel Castro in Mexico City that fateful summer of 1955, everything points to Ernesto continuing his life as a traveling hobo, panhandling, mooching off women, staying in flophouses and scribbling unreadable poetry.

Che's image is particularly ubiquitous on college campuses, but in the wrong places. He belongs in the marketing, PR and advertising departments. His lessons and history are fascinating and valuable, but only in light of P.T. Barnum. One born every minute, Mr. Barnum? If only you'd lived to see the Che phenomenon. Actually, ten are born every second.

His pathetic whimpering while dropping his fully-loaded weapons as two Bolivian soldiers approached him on Oct. 8 1967 ("Don't shoot!" I'm Che!" I'm worth more to you alive than dead!") proves that this cowardly, murdering swine was unfit to carry his victims' slop buckets.


Humberto Fontova

Source: https://www.frontpagemag.com/fpm/271586/51th-anniversary-che-guevaras-death-humberto-fontova

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