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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

A DISGUSTING ORGY

Oh good, I've got your undivided attention.


Back in the sixties and seventies, the counter-culture sought to shock and dismay society by embracing different values and behaviours. That was the age in which Timothy Leary enjoyed fame rather than notoriety, and communes offered a different lifestyle choice for those with both the inclination and the freedom to tune in, turn on, and drop out.
Free love. Free drugs. Free the Chicago seven.

Those who didn't have that freedom would often stick it to the man in some other way. Often by their political opinions, and by their clothing.

And by the posters on their bedroom walls.


Posters such as the iconic picture of Ernesto Che Guevara.


Che Guevara served as both a political hero, and a personal-presentation example.
Which rather shows that the hippie generation had their heads up their rears.


Ernesto Che Guevara (1928 - 1967) was the archetype of unwashed revolutionary drop-out. In addition to being a brutal killer and fairly miserable specimen of humanity.
During his career he caused the deaths, according to conservative estimate, of a few thousand people - by some estimates he was responsible for well over ten thousand lost lives. This aspect of his personality may have appealed to many counterculturalists during the sixties, but no doubt proved hard to emulate.

Throughout his life he rarely bathed and consequently smelled notoriously funky - his contemporaries called him a pig because of his filthiness. This aspect of his personality was more easily emulated.
Which may explain a number of the people who imitate his grooming habits.



THE ORGY
[Well, I did promise you an orgy in the title of this post, so here it is.]

Yesterday was the fortieth anniversary of his execution in La Higuera. It was marked with great ceremony in many places, plus much fervor and weeping. Revolutionaries from across the globe descended upon his pilgrimage sites, with tributes, slogans, flowers, and banners. Che Guevara remains a hero to many - many who would not mind and have little clue that their hero was ruthless, cruel, violent, and generally speaking, a swine. A thoroughly vile and despicable man who should've been shot much earlier. A rabid dog who lived too long.

Rather than recognizing the man for what he was, the necrophiliacs deliriously celebrated the one thing that binds them with their hero, namely anti-Yanquiism. It was a love fest. A fevered rutting. I do not doubt that girls swooned.


DEAD SEX SYMBOL MERCHANDISE!

But their fervor is intense and his appeal is great - so much so that his face has become a source of wealth for printers, tee-shirt makers, and souvenir hucksters. His love-struck fans can purchase Che Guevara fatigues, baseball caps, paperweights, graphic novels, embroideries, hoodies, personal jewelry, tea-cozies, bandanas, bookmarks, post cards, coffee mugs, busts, belt buckles, clocks, key chains, tie pins, backpacks........
The Che industry is strikingly reminiscent of American style Christianity and capitalism. Jesus and MacDonald's rolled into one. A Che beret is as instantly recognizable as Mickey Mouse ears on a hat. The man is plastic, and everything he touches gold.

Despite his having been quite dead for forty years.

Saint Che would roll over in his fancy Cuban mausoleum if he were alive today.
Fortunately, the pig is indeed dead.

And cannot object to the creation of wealth from his sexy corpse.

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I celebrated yesterday with a cigar, and some rum. It was a very good day.
I don't own any Che merchanidise, in case you were wondering.

7 Comments:

  • At 3:32 PM, Anonymous Thomas said…

    Great post!

     
  • At 7:23 PM, Blogger e-kvetcher said…

    you have to go to che-mart

     
  • At 12:07 AM, Blogger Lipman said…

    I think the idea in some naive heads is that you cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs, or, more generally, that an ethics of result rules.

    And the idea that your bourgeois daddy is killing more people because he's voted for imperialists and pays taxes, which are used to support rightist dictators.

    (Or in some European countries, because your daddy actually did kill lots of people before he was deNazified - militant leftists in Cispondia were clearly a reaction to their parents, and sometimes just a transformation.)

     
  • At 9:27 AM, Blogger Tzipporah said…

    e-kvetcher. Oh. Oh no. Oh My G-D. That is the funniest damn thing I've seen in a LONG TIME. ! :)

     
  • At 9:52 AM, Blogger e-kvetcher said…

    tzip, I aim to please :)

     
  • At 1:21 PM, Anonymous graham said…

    well, ooh, aaah, yes

    putting aside the obvious link twixt Che - Karl Marx / lightbulbs from Eindhoven and the Blogmeester

    in the early 70s I had posters of a lady tennis player scratching her butt on my bedroom wall - alongside Kate Bush ... a muse of A+++ kwaliteit

    nowadays - the posters are rolled up and it's all in the mind.

    Boston, The Cars, Gerry Rafferty

    sod C.G.

    Graham

     
  • At 10:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I see people with those che t-shirts (I now know they must have bought them at che-mart). I wonder if these t-shirt wearing buffoons actually know he was castro’s right hand man and has the blood of hundreds of people on his hands? Do they idolize this psychopath or are just ignorant to his brutish ways and think they are being cool.

    I have decided that they are protesting against daily personal hygiene and will leave it at that. After all if ignorance is bliss, then I want a piece of the action.

    KR

     

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