H/T Town Hall.
To call Comrade De Blasio and idiot would be an upgrade to his IQ.
“De Blasio, who was in Miami this week to participate in the presidential debates, got into trouble Thursday when he appeared at the airport for a rally for ramp and cargo workers. With a crowd of around 100 chanted behind him, de Blasio urged them to unionize.
“Before giving up the microphone to the next speaker, de Blasio blurted a quote from one of the most hated historical figures throughout Miami: ‘Hasta la victoria, siempre!‘”
“By no means can Cuban workers go on strike! Cuban workers must adjust to life in a collectivist-socialist order!” (Cuba’s Minister of Industries Che Guevara, June 26, 1961.)
“The U.S. is the great enemy of mankind! Against those hyenas there is no option but extermination….If the missiles had remained in Cuba we would have fired them against the heart of the U.S. including New York City!” (Che Guevara.)
Got it, amigos? I know you do. But just for fun, let’s review it for full effect:
The Democrat mayor of New York City, while campaigning for president of the United States in front of airport workers, triumphantly quoted a mass-murdering terrorist who craved to nuke the candidate’s hometown, his parents and his constituents— as a first step in the process of exterminating the “hyenas” who populate the nation the candidate craves to lead as president. The mass-murdering terrorist who the candidate loudly and gleefully quoted in front of unionized workers also outlawed labor unions and strikes on penalty of torture chamber and firing squad.
And yet some say the U.S. electorate has been “dumbed-down?”…HAH!
For the record, after the almost immediate media and social media firestorm, de Blasio apologized, claiming ignorance of the slogan’s origins. But considering de Blasio’s historical record of support for the Castroite Nicaraguan Sandinistas, his honeymoon in Castroite Cuba itself, etc.—the excuse rings hollow.
De Blasio probably figured we were still in the Motorcycle Diaries era, (a period a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away when praise of Che Guevara was considered acceptable—almost normal, in fact.)
Alas, much has changed since then. A book exposing Che Guevara’s sadism, criminality and imbecility has since been released to worldwide-acclaim. The book was translated into several languages, was frequently featured on TV and talk-radio, and spawned a YAF college lecture series. It was also presented on Capitol Hill itself where some of America’s most powerful lawmakers lined up for autographed copies.
In brief, Bill de Blasio: “The Times they are a Changing”—in fact they’ve done changed!
Don’t look for this from Fake News Media, on The History Channel, much less from Hollywood, but among the first, the most militant, and the most widespread opposition groups to the Stalinism that Soviet satraps Che Guevara and Fidel Castro imposed on Cuba came from Cuba’s pre-Castro labor unions. And who can blame them?
In 1958, Cuba had a higher per capita income than Austria or Japan. Cuban industrial workers had the eighth-highest wages in the world. In the 1950s, Cuban stevedores earned more per hour than their counterparts in New Orleans and San Francisco.
Obviously this datum would turn on its head the entire fable of the Cuban revolution as spread by the Fake News Media, Hhstory professors and Hollywood, but thousands upon thousands of Cuban workers took up arms against Che Guevara. The MRP (Movimiento Revolucionario del Pueblo) was among these Cuban resistance groups of mostly laborers. But don’t take it from me. Here’s how the FBI and CIA described them: “Heavily weighted labor membership, with socialistic leanings. Aimed for Castro overthrow from within; advocated nationalization of economy, agrarian reform, social reform.”
Che Guevara’s (the man de Blasio quoted to striking workers) “no strike” provision under penalty of KGB-designed torture chamber outraged Cuba’s historically powerful laborers– many of whom took up arms in protest. Thousands of these were eventually captured or massacred with Russian arms and under Russian tutelage (in case some have forgotten what genuine “Russian collusion” looks like.)
In 1961 a 20-year-old boy named Tony Chao Flores took his place at La Cabana’s execution stake, but he hobbled to it on crutches. He’d taken 17 bullets from their Czech machine guns when the Castroites captured him. On the way to the execution stake at the old Spanish fort turned to a prison and execution ground by Che Guevara, Tony was forced to hobble down some cobblestone stairs. Tony tumbled down the long row of steps and finally lay on the cobblestones at the bottom, writhing and grimacing. The Castroite guards cackled as they moved in to gag Tony with their tape.
Tony watched them approach while balling his good hand into a fist. Then as the first Red reached him BASH!– right across his eyes.
“I’ll never understand how Tony survived that beating,” said eyewitness and former political prisoner Tito Rodriguez-Oltmans, who watched from his window in La Cabana prison.
Tony finally started crawling towards the splintered and blood-spattered execution stake about 50 yards away, pushing and dragging himself with his hands. As he neared the stake he’d stop and start pounding himself in the chest. His executioners seemed perplexed. The crippled boy was trying to say something. But his message was muzzled by the gag de Blasio’s speechwriter made obligatory for his thousands of execution victims.
Finally Tony reached up to his face and ripped off the muzzling tape. Then the freedom-fighter’s voice boomed out. “Shoot me RIGHT HERE!” roared Tony at his gaping executioners as he ripped open his shirt. His voice thundered and his head bobbed with the effort. “Right in the CHEST!” Tony yelled. “Like a MAN!”
On his last day alive, Tony had received a letter in jail from his mother. “My dear son,” she counseled. “How often I’d warned you not to get involved in these things. But I knew my pleas were vain. You always demanded your freedom, Tony, even as a little boy. So I knew you’d never stand for communism. Well, Castro and Che finally caught you. Son, I love you with all my heart. My life is now shattered and will never be the same, but the only thing left now, Tony . . . is to die like a man.”
“FUEGO! “ Che Guevara’s lackey yelled the command and the bullets shattered Tony’s crippled body, just as he’d reached the stake, lifted him and stared resolutely at his murderers. But Che’s firing squads usually murdered a hero who was standing. The crippled Tony presented an awkward target. So some of the volley went wild and missed the youngster. Time for the coup de grâce.
Normally it’s one .45 slug that shatters the skull. Eyewitnesses say Tony required . . . POW!-POW! . . . POW! — three. Seems the executioner’s hands were shaking pretty badly. But they finally managed. Castro and Che Guevara had another notch in their guns. Another enemy dispatched — bound and gagged as usual.
Compare Tony’s death to Che Guevara’s capture: “Don’t shoot!” whimpered the arch-assassin to his captors. “I’m Che! I’m worth more to you alive than dead!”
Then ask yourselves: Whose face belongs on T-shirts worn by youths who fancy themselves rebellious, freedom-loving, and brave? Who deserves a Hollywood movie?
Then fume and gag at the malignant stupidity of popular culture in our demented age.