About three years ago we were having dinner with a bunch of people, most of whom we didn't know, artists and actors, some singers and several technical people (lighting, costumes, make-up, that sort of thing.) Anyway, I see this one guy wearing a
Che Guevara shirt, and it had been years since I had seen anyone in one, so I said to the guy "Wow, Che! So, are you a big fan of his?" and the guy looks at me and says "Who?"
He didn't have a clue who Guevara was, to him he was just an image on a t-shirt. He kind of reminds me of people who fly the Stars and Bars and say that they don't see any racial symbolism in the act. They've washed out it's real history so that it has become something less than what it was in it's real glory - a battle flag. Now, it's just some rag that the wild boys of wherever wave whenever they are feeling a lack of self esteem.
Lookie, lookie, I'm a reb.
What rebels, imagine, ten people in the back of a flatbed!! Wow!
Joe(You talk about some radical action!! Ten! .
.. shucks)Nation