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To: Wharf Rat who wrote (869452)6/30/2015 6:52:56 PM
From: Brumar89  Respond to of 1578552
 
I don't go to Democratic party meetings. Too many of them are creepy obnoxious people.



To: Wharf Rat who wrote (869452)6/30/2015 6:54:04 PM
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Che Guevera & Dylann Roof. Both killers, both white racists. Wouldn't it be sick if people wore Dylann Roof shirts, like they do Che Guevera. Why do retailers sell shirts with psychopathic murderers on them?

Che quotes:

Dismissing the objections of a colleague who understood the importance of trials and proof:

Go ahead and try them tomorrow morning — but execute them NOW!
From his Motorcycle Diaries, which acolyte Robert Redford managed to edit into a cinematic hagiography:

Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any enemy that falls in my hands! My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!
Instructing his Revolutionary Tribunals:

We don't need proof to execute a man. We only need proof that it's necessary to execute him. A revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate.
From a letter to his father:

I'd like to confess, papa, at that moment I discovered that I really like killing.
Summing up socialism, after describing how he shot some poor helpless guy in the head at point-blank range:

He went into convulsions for a while and was finally still. Now his belongings were mine.
To a 14-year-old boy, just before he personally blew the kid's brains out for trying to defend his father, who was also executed:

I said: KNEEL DOWN!
(The kid wouldn't kneel and had to be murdered standing up.)