The idiot mayor of the Gallego town of Oleiros have built a statue picture of Che Guevara’s face on a roundabout, using public funds, during the night-time so that nobody will complain. What a moron! As if he think people will not notice it now during the daylight. I know that the people of Galicia are not very bright and that it piss rain there all the time so that people do not leave their homes or barns very often, but surely someone will spot it on their way to remedial school.

Then again, I am not so sure, because this news was not learned until the Cuban newspapers reveal it. As you know, everyone in Cuba can read, one of the dangerous side-effects of communist dictatorship, whereas in Galicia everyone still depend on the priest to tell them what is going on from his pulplit. It seem the local priest in Oleiros is not up to the job. I have written to his bishop to suggest that the diocese take out a subscription to Granma, the Cuban daily, so that they can actually find out what is going on in the world.

In truth, whenever I see postcard or posters or t-shirts or Formula One racing cars with Che Guevara’s image on, I always feel sorry for his family, especially his parents, who are being constantly reminded of their dead son and not making any money out of it. If you know your political history, you will have learned that Che was a nice boy, a middle-class lad with a good education thanks to his hard-working parents and also (apparently) very good looking with a liking for golf, fine cigars, and lots of hot South American pussy. And who can blame him? Then, sadly, it all go wrong. Before he is to be going off to university to study to be a doctor, he take a year out, like any other nice middle-class boy, to see a bit of the world, and what he see there make him think that the only solution to South America’s problems is a panamerican revolution (panamerica was already having its own Olympics and its own airline, so why it need a revolution is beyong anyone’s comprehension but that’s kids for you).

Of course, then, he go to university, which is always a mistake. It fill his head with daft ideas, and like all students, he lose touch with reality entirely, even without the hard-core drugs. And in those days, the universities was still being run by the Jews (the Nazis in Argentina were still in hiding and waiting for the army to take over before they could breathe the clean pure air of feudalism). This mean that Che get esposed to Marxist atheist communism, Freudism, Jungism, pop music, and all the other ridiculous theories not mentioned in the New Testament but which are all in the Torah. Was while Che was at university that he fall in with the wrong crowd, always the nightmare dream of good, decent, hard-working parents. Che meet Fidel Castro and his gang of ne’er-do-wells in an existentialist underground jazz-bar dive smoking Gauloises and listening to El Greco and the Beast Poets, like “Hit the Road” Jack Kerouac and Woody Allen Ginsburg. The Castro boys fill Che’s head with heady notions and also cigar smoke and mescaline, and they make the revolution in Cuba because Batista run away and the Mafia was too preoccupied with shooting the Kennedys.

In truth, Che was not a very bright boy, and certainly no politician. He have a big row with Castro, who consequently decide to get him out of the way and send him to Angola and Bolivia and such like places, Che believing he was going there to extend his beloved panamerican revolution. Which tell us that the exams to be a doctor in those days were not very tough at all, because Che could not even read a map. Angola is not even in South America! Is somewhere else entirely (Is in the Soutb Pacific, I think, near the Mozambique Islands).

So Castro send Che off with esplicit instructions to get shot and make a noble sacrifice for the revolution in order to boost Cuban esports in posters, shirts, books, films, photographs, cigars and cetera. Was very decent and noble and principled of Che to do it, without a doubt, but it demonstrate that really he was a revolutionary bear of very little brain. Is also a big shame, because a dulllard like him would have fitted in very nicely in El Generalisimo’s army of foreign mercenaries: obedient, unquestioning, from a nice family, a sort of Tim-Nice-But-Dim, the idiot child of the well-to-do bourgeois family who normally get put in the church. Just think of how much money the church could have made if Che had been shot while serving in the Falange! Even today, crucifiction scenes with Che on the cross instead of Jesus would be massive sellers: There is a ready-made audience among all the liberation theology morons, and is a good way of introducing silly muddle-headed middle-class students (like Che Guevara himself was) to Holy Roman Catholicism (the One True Church).

What are you waiting for, false pope? Put Che on the Cross. You know it make sense!