Zach de la Rocha spouted his usual retarded agitprop at a Rage Against the Machine reunion yesterday, the day before the Communist Internationale holiday of Mayday.
Although de la Rocha said virtually nothing between songs, one tirade in the middle of “Wake Up” said it all. “Our current administration needs to be tried, hung and shot,” the singer boldly stated. “We need to treat them like the war criminals they are.” (The Gauntlet)
There’s nothing that makes a communist tool and running dog like de la Rocha drool like the prospect of a teenager driving a Mercedes to his punk/funk/metal rock show, paying 50 bucks to get in, buying a Che Guevara tee shirt for 30 bucks, getting stoned, feeling all righteous and ecologically and politically correct, and going home to their parents’ million dollar home.
“To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary…These procedures are an archaic bourgeois detail. This is a revolution! And a revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate. We must create the pedagogy of the The Wall! (El Paredón)” –Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara
Yeah, stick it to the man! VIva la Revolucion! Viva!
So when does the stinking rich communist stop being the oppressed peasant and start being the Man he’s rebelling against? How many million dollars do you have to have in the bank before you are The Man?
The cult of Ernesto Che Guevara is an episode in the moral callousness of our time. Che was a totalitarian. He achieved nothing but disaster. Many of the early leaders of the Cuban Revolution favored a democratic or democratic-socialist direction for the new Cuba. But Che was a mainstay of the hardline pro-Soviet faction, and his faction won. Che presided over the Cuban Revolution’s first firing squads. He founded Cuba’s “labor camp” system—the system that was eventually employed to incarcerate gays, dissidents, and AIDS victims. To get himself killed, and to get a lot of other people killed, was central to Che’s imagination. In the famous essay in which he issued his ringing call for “two, three, many Vietnams,” he also spoke about martyrdom and managed to compose a number of chilling phrases: “Hatred as an element of struggle; unbending hatred for the enemy, which pushes a human being beyond his natural limitations, making him into an effective, violent, selective, and cold-blooded killing machine. This is what our soldiers must become …”— and so on. He was killed in Bolivia in 1967, leading a guerrilla movement that had failed to enlist a single Bolivian peasant. And yet he succeeded in inspiring tens of thousands of middle class Latin-Americans to exit the universities and organize guerrilla insurgencies of their own. And these insurgencies likewise accomplished nothing, except to bring about the death of hundreds of thousands, and to set back the cause of Latin-American democracy—a tragedy on the hugest scale. (Slate)