Fontova Final Book Review Exposing the Real Che

There are books that are must read because of their content such as the Gabriel book
or the Black Book of Communism. There are books that are fun excursions of well crafted learning with verve such as the Naipul selection. This book is fairly unique in that it deals with a serious subject, but is rip roaring funny in sections.

The real Che was a clown who was a bully to disarmed people but a coward when the odds were even. He was an ass kisser who did the tasks decent men loathed. He was a racist known for disparaging Blacks and Indians. Above all he was a bumbling fool who could not perform tasks. Even his alleged triumph in Santa Clara was aided by bribery. His column did almost nothing and his later exploits were cartoonish.

His time in the Congo was a disaster. He was known there as Tatu, maybe this is where the Fantasy Island midget got his name. However Herve Vilecheze was not known as a bumbling dolt. He was routinely routed by Mad Mike Hoare who was a professional.
In reality Che and Hoare were both mercenaries, except Hoare was open and served the almighty dollar and Che was on a Marxist ego trip seeking power. Hoare was above all knew what he was doing, unlike the clownish Che.

Commies suffer from a delusion that they are entitled to interfere in other nations
affairs. What was the son of a failed Argentinian business man ( who was a Commie)
doing in Cuba, Congo and Bolivia. We hear the familiar cries about the USA, but Commies seem to ignore medling of their own. The book notes Che's foreign advisors
Spanish and Russian and his American Communist trigger man Herman Marks a convicted rapist in the USA. Almost all that Che slew in his notorious prison were Cubans. There were a few odd Americans.

There is also the myth that the Batista years are an excuse for the depredations of Casto. Cuba was a devoloped country with a higher standard of living than some European countries. Now thanks to Communists its people are closer to Haiti than Spain, but still the faithful make excuses. There are more prostitutes servicing Euroleftisa appologists than under Batista. A Cuban has three choicesif they want a decent meal in Cuba, join the Communist party, become a prostitue or demand to be placed in GITMO. American prisoners in Gitmo sit in air conditioned cells eating Baklava while Cubans live near starvation, thanks to Marx. We also hear excuses about boycotts. Cuba has the rest of the world to trade with and no excuses.

Typical of the excuse makers is the Duck who claims not to be a Communist, he merely repeats their talking points and excuses the Cuban abomination of Fidel. Ducky is ignorant that Cuban Americans are constantly sending money to family left behind. Moreover, the Duck and the other clueless Commies seem to dismiss Cuban Americans as all Batista supporters. Many of those Cubans have had family members executed by Commie goons squads. Meanwhile American Commies say Cuba has "problems" and venerate the Cuban hangman on shirts. Do note that Lee Harvey Oswald was a big Castoite, much like the Duck. We have also heard excuses about 50,000 Cuban mercenaries in Angola commiting Mai Lai massacres over alleged South African predations. Savimbi was an ex communist who took aid where he could find it. No such excuses exist in Eithiopia or amongst the Miskito Indians. The latter were moved down with helicopters, Cuban and Pseudostinian mercenaries. Nor is there any excuse for the aid of Communist rebels who vanish as soon as the Soviet largess goes up in smoke. M-19 survives on narcotics and uncle Hugo's purse. Where is Gomer Kerry talking about drug running of Hezbollah or M-19?

The real Che was a laughing stock as a rebel. Kabila soon deduced he was useless and ignored him as Mike Hoare defeated him with ease. Che goes to Bolivia studies the wrong Indian language and is constantly lost in the Jungle. He is eating armadillos, condors and possums and splits his force in two when his cumare gets a cold. In sheer comedy the two groups shoot at each other but fail to recognize each other. The group including Guevara's cumare is mowed down to the man except for a Maoist kept under false promises of a Cuban education and held by force.

Guevara's last stand was with a Bolivian miner Willy. They were surounded by all of Two Bolivian rangers and surendered with loaded weapons. As Willy was also executed where the legends of Che fighting to the last bullet are from remains a mystery written in Havana. " Don't shoot I am Che Guevara and am worth more to you alive than dead". The author contrasts this with the bravado of Che's victims who chanted down with Communism, Christ is the king or told them to aim at the crotch. The author contrasts this with the Bay of Pigs dead who fought to the last bullet against long odds sold out by JFK. Four waepons were involved in the whole fracas that was Che's last stand. We have fights over the last bottle of beer in Vermont that have more weapons than that.

In captivity Che tried to suck up to his captors. His men died fighting and three escaped to Cuba. Much of the book is based upon the testimony of Dariel Alarcorn who defected to France in 1996. Che never wore the famous black beret in Bolivia with the bullet hole he probably made himself until after he was captured. While they are starving in Bolivia Che poses for publicity shots. Fidel told the local Bolivian communists not to lift a finger to help Che. Yet after Che was dead Fidel raises a clown to an icon. The rebel who shoots himself in the head with his own side arm and is always lost in the jungle is an icon to Marxist imbecility.

Readers will note that a familiar name was invited to be be Che's publicist. Che sent for Regis Dubray to handle his publicity in the same manner the NYT glossed over Castro's communist depravity. Readers of Flynn will recognize the name as Dubray's wife perpetrated the Rigoberta Menchu hoax years later. Readers of Radosh may recall the meeting of short meeting of Radosh and Dubray where the Dubray is still perptrating the Che myth and serving Castro.

The real Che was a cold blooded killer of defnseless people. His imbecility, vanity
and uselessness make him an appropriate icon for todays lefties who share these attributes. Most of these far left types are unemployed lawyers and clueless univeristy faculty and demented students. As my friend Jerome is fond of saying "I never heard class or struggle in the same sentence in Harlem."

The book is an excellent trip behind the far left fantasies and myths. If it is funny in places it is because the real Che was more cartoon material than rebel


Beamish in 08.