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23 June, 2009

PETA: Murder boys but not flies!

PETA: Murder boys but not flies! Posted: June 20, 20091:00 am Eastern By Humberto Fontova© 2009 "Human beings often don't think before they act," laments PETA while explaining their reaction to President Obama's unthinking fly "execution." "We believe that people, where they can be compassionate, should be, for all animals." Close on the heels of their consciousness-raising campaign for fly compassion, PETA has launched a vegetarian campaign using Che Guevara's 24 year-old granddaughter, Lydia, dolled up in commie beret and topless, though strategically covered by twin bandoliers of carrots. "Join the Vegetarian Revolution!" reads the campaign's slogan, which will debut in Argentina (no less, where lamb is considered a vegetable) this fall, then goes international. "Revolution runs in my blood," chirped Lydia in a recent interview with Spain's El Mundo. "I will never soil the great things achieved by my grandfather." "It's a homage of sorts to her grandfather," explains PETA publicity chief Michael McGraw about the organization's ad. Swatting a fly involves "a lack of thinking," according to PETA. But paying homage to a Stalinist mass-murderer who craved "millions of atomic victims for the victory of socialism!" and reveled in shattering the skulls of teenaged boy convulsed in death throes apparently involves ratiocination of the highest order. Lydia Guevara's attire and raised fist, a tribute to the totalitarian movement that killed more people in the 20th century than the Black Death killed in the 14th, apparently also shows topnotch cerebral acuity by PETA . Former Cuban political prisoner Pierre San Martin recalled some of Lydia's granddads "achievements": "Thirty of us were crammed into a cell. Half of us would stand while the other half tried to sleep on the cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Dozens were led from the cells to the firing squad daily, and others brought in. The volleys kept us awake. We felt that any one of those minutes would be our last. Trapped in Castro's gulag and lived to tell about it – check out Armando Valladares' story of 20 years under dictator's thumb: "Against All Hope" "One morning the horrible sound of that rusty steel door swinging open startled us awake and Che's guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell. He was a boy, maybe 14 years old. His face was bruised and smeared with blood. 'What did you do?' We asked horrified. 'I tried to defend my papa,' gasped the bloodied boy. 'But they sent him to the firing squad.'" Soon Che's guards returned. The rusty steel door opened and they yanked the boy out of the cell. "We all rushed to the cell's window that faced the execution pit," recalls Mr. San Martin. "We simply couldn't believe they'd murder him. "Then we spotted him, strutting around the blood-drenched execution yard with his hands on his waist and barking orders – Che Guevara himself. 'Kneel down!' Che barked at the boy. "'Assassins!' we screamed from our window. "'I said: KNEEL DOWN!' Che barked again." The boy stared Che resolutely in the face. "If you're going to kill me," he yelled, "you'll have to do it while I'm standing! Men die standing!" "Murderers!" the men yelled desperately from their cells. "Then we saw Che reach for his pistol. He put the barrel to the back of the boy's neck and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy. "We erupted … 'Murderers! Assassins!' His murder finished, Che finally looked up at us, pointed his pistol and emptied his clip in our direction. Several of us were wounded by his shots." "The blond boy could not have been much over 15," recalls NBC correspondent Edward Scott about the Che-ordered murder he witnessed in Havana's La Cabana prison in Feb. 1959. "As they wrestled him to the stake the boy spoke eloquently to the firing squad, telling them repeatedly that he was innocent." This seemed to rattle the firing squad members, and at Herman Marks' (Che's trusty assistant) order of "FUEGO!" only one bullet struck the bound boy. A furious Marks walked up and demolished the boys skull with two blasts from his .45. Then he summoned his bodyguards and ordered the entire firing squad arrested. Marks' dog was soon bounding happily behind his master. PETA should know that a dog within Che's circle of cohorts was pampered shamelessly. The above-mentioned Herman Marks was one of Che Guevara's very, very few trusted friends in Cuba. Marks was a U.S. ex-convict, Marine-deserter, rapist and mental case, who at age 30 was convicted of raping a teenage girl and sent to the state prison in Waupun, Wis., for three and a half years. Then he slipped into Cuba and joined Che's band of rebels, whereupon his zeal as executioner saw him catapulted to captain in short order. Upon arriving in Havana in January 1959, the gallant Che Guevara immediately recognized the moat around Havana's La Cabana fortress as a handy-dandy execution pit. At Babi-Yar Hitler's SS had to dig one. Here Che Guevara had one ready made. So he put his firing squads to work in triple shifts, with the trustworthy Herman Marks as master of ceremonies. "In La Cabana, Marks would bring his pet dog to work with him," recalls former political prisoner, Robert Martin Perez, who suffered 28 years in Castro's Gulag (over three times as long as Alexander Solzhenitsyn and Natan Scharansky spent in the Soviet Gulag), "a huge dog that looked like a German shepherd/ hound cross of some kind. He followed Marks everywhere. "Whatever his pedigree, the dog's specialty was happily bounding up after the firing squad volley and lapping up the blood that oozed from the shattered heads and bodies of the firing squad victims." We can assume that Che was watching and gloating from his window. Upon entering La Cabana, Che had ordered a section of wall torn out from his second-story office so he could watch his beloved firing squads at work. PETA and Lydia might get a tingle up their leg to learn how Cuban blackbirds also benefited from Lydia's granddad's policies. "Those firing squads had been going off daily since January 7, 1959, the day Che Guevara entered Havana," recalls former political prisoner Hiram Gonzalez. " It didn't take long for the birds to catch on. Flocks of them had learned to perch atop the wall that surrounded La Cabana Fortress and in the nearby trees. The firing squad volleys became their dinner bell. After each volley they swooped down to peck at the bits of bone, blood and flesh that littered the ground. Those birds sure grew fat." Humberto Fontova is the author of four books including "Exposing the Real Che Guevara and the Useful Idiots Who idolize Him" and "Fidel: Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant." Visit Fontova's website.

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