Jane Fonda (warning) likes to fancy herself a righteous activist. We all know Jane from her romantic NVA gun-straddling days during the Vietnam War as those pesky American POWs insisted on being tortured, starved, beaten, and killed. But what you probably don’t know is dear Jane is pining for the one she let get away. Who might that be? Well, that heartthrob centerfold for all capitalist-fed and protected leftist/liberal Marxist wannabes … Che Guevara, of course.
And Bob “I never met a blood-stained Marxist thug I didn’t like” Beckel must’ve wanted to make a Jane Fonda sandwich with old “Don’t shoot! I’m Che!” (Or maybe a Che sandwich with dear Jane?)
I want to say, ‘They don’t know Che’ … but the horrific fact is they do, and it is exactly why they lust after him. He touches their inner vampire. I think what pisses me off about all these Che Guevara necromongers is how they willfully and spitefully look past the death and oppression spawned from the man’s bad seed in Cuba. And forget about any support and understanding, let alone outrage, from an alleged “feminist” over the treatment of women activists in Cuba. Sexy, huh?
Seems the only people who pine for and adore Che Guevara are those who never have or never will have to live under the brand of freedom he fathered and bastardized in Cuba.