By Humberto Fontova
This first appeared on April 14, 2010
Che Guevara at the Bay of Pigs
Forty-nine years ago this week, 1,512 Cuban men and boys landed on a Cuban beach with weapons in hand. All volunteers, they were putting their lives and limbs on the line to free Cuba from the Stalinism imposed upon it at Soviet gunpoint by Soviet proxies Fidel Castro and Che Guevara. The doomed (by the Best and Brightest) exploit would come to be known as the Bay of Pigs invasion.
"Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any enemy that falls in my hands!" snarls Ernesto "Che" Guevara in his diaries. "My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!"…. Not surprisingly, in his heated battle with a tape recorder and roman candles, the masterful Comandante had managed to wound himself…..Apparently, the sight of the bottle rocket's red glare and the sound of tape-recorded bombs bursting in air roused Che to a Pattonesque fury. He drew his pistol and prepared to lead the charge against the Yankee juggernaut. "¡Arriba muchachos!" he bellowed……Che stood atop a tank turret and turned to his men. "Let's wipe 'em out!" he yelled, while waving his pistol overhead in the manner of Clevon Little in Blazing Saddles.
Then he managed to shoot himself through the chin.
(At least he could take credit for shooting his gun. When captured in Bolivia with an unfired pistol; after insisting he men fight to the last; he whined that he was Che and worth more alive than dead. Apparently the Bolivians and his biggest and bestest buddy ....Fidel.... disagreed. It seems that Castro even thought this "hero of leftist dummies wasn't worth anything either. Of course when you are one of the 20th century’s greatest mass murderers of normal decent people; what does the death of one maniac matter? RK)