“Fifty-one years ago this week, Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara got a major dose of his own medicine,” writes Humberto Fontova. “Without trial, he was declared a murderer, stood against a wall, and shot. If the saying ‘What goes around comes around’ ever fit, it’s here.”
“When you saw the beaming look on Che’s face as his victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad,” said a former Cuban political prisoner to this writer, “you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara.”
The one genuine “accomplishment” in Che Guevara’s life was the mass-murder of defenseless men and boys. Under his own gun dozens died. Under his orders thousands crumpled. At everything else, Che Guevara failed abysmally, even risibly …
“You hate to laugh at anything associated with Che, who murdered so many,” says Felix Rodriguez, the Cuban-American CIA officer who played a key role in tracking him down in Bolivia. “But when it comes to Che as ‘guerrilla’ you simply can’t help but guffaw.”
So, for many, the question remains: how did such an incurable doofus, sadist and epic idiot attain such iconic status?
Although in many ways outwardly similar to a traditional Pentecostal church, Peoples Temple from the start contained radical political elements. Reverend Jim Jones, a loyal supporter of Marxism, communism, and socialism, used Peoples Temple as a cover to promote his radical agenda, claiming during Peoples Temple’s later years to have infiltrated the church with his unorthodox beliefs.
These radical ideas formed before Jones established Peoples Temple and persisted until the very last day of its existence, moving closer to the forefront with each passing year.
Jones’ sermons began with communalist and socialist ideas with occasional mention of Karl Marx’s ideas. After migrating to California, the Temple became more active politically as Jones spoke out against capitalism and began to push a more radical agenda.
By the time the group migrated to Jonestown, Jones actively pursued his socialist dream, establishing a commune in the jungles of Guyana.
And then everybody died, as usual. But keep trying to bake that socialist souffle, kids.