So anyway, Castro was viewing Che's body, and some of his mindless minions pointed out that it stank.
Not an ordinary stink, but one that if you smelled it at sundown you'd end up puking until sunrise. In short, a Che death stink that resembled his stink during life. Castro's pewling toadies suffered greatly in the presense of Che's body, and the cigar-chomping Stalinist tard felt pity upon them, despite his principles against it.

So El Comandante told them "Bring me every dirty diaper in Cuba and put it in a pile here." And Cubans brought every dirty diaper on the island and put it in a pile by Che's body. Then, scowling, Castro said "now set the dirty diapers on fire." And his underlings did this, filling the room with clouds of black, reeking stank and rendering visibility almost nil. A cloud of black smoke seeped out from under the doors and through the transoms of the viewing room where Che's body was kept, and Cubans all over the island could see the growing black tower of funk.

Finally, one of his pathetic sycophants, watering at the eyes, gathered the courage to go up to El Moco Andante and ask him, "Please, oh father of Cuban caga-communism, how is burning every dirty diaper in Cuba in a big pile in a closed room supposed to get rid of the Che stink?"

Then Castro exploded in anger, "Well, it might help _some_!"

That's a true story. Really.

Well, at least it's truer than the crap that Che apologists spew when they're having their episodes of cranial-rectal inversion.

Well, I always did suspect that Che Guevara was just a petty thug who'd learned some pseudo-intellectual Leftist cant.

Tomorrow, Free Cuba!

Day after toorrow, Free China!

Che is great, he is a symbol of an ideal that is 100 times better than caga-cynacism, that leaves people with less power than when they started.

All said here:

To the management of Coliseum Books, NYC:

This morning on my way to work I passed by your Bryant
Park location and saw a postcard in your window with
the likeliness of a terrorist, Ernesto Guevara de la
Serna, a.k.a. El Che Guevara who is responsible for
numerous murders, terror acts and the destruction of
my country -Cuba- its way of life and culture. Accesory to
this, amongst his cadre of victims you can find
numerous American citizens who were always executed
with no previous fair trial or any trial at all.

I paid your blood money for the postcard.

I ripped the postcard in front of your two very
surprised employees of the early morning shift.

I am sending this letter to all my friends and
acquaintances to boycott your store until the
likeliness of that terrorist is removed from your
inventory. Money is the best enforcer of morals in
this great country of ours. And we need to do that
before your store decides that it's also cool to have
another cowardly terrorist gracing a post card, who
knows if the next one you choose is Osama bin Laden
himself.

Please, for your own information, read the manuals of
terror written by Guevara and his numerous accounts of
his murdering romps. Then read the report of his
capture and how he begged for his life like the coward
he was when he was executed. In my opinion, we should
have taken him alive to the US and then the Left would
not have a dead "hero" on this day.

At least be kind and donate the proceeds of the sale
of that postcard to the repressed independent
librarians, booksellers, writers and journalists who
languish in jail in Cuba. Their tongues are tied,
their freedoms were trampled and supressed, and their
bodies violated and abused on the name of Che Guevara.

CB

To all my friends:
e-mail mgr@coliseumbooks.com
website www.coliseumbooks.com