“In what is becoming all too common for Congress, the COVID-19 relief bill was dumped on the President’s desk filled with pork spending and pet projects, which significantly reduced the meaningful support that struggling Americans deserve. It is clear President Trump recognized the immense flaws of the bill but was backed into a corner due to Congress running out the clock and sending him an all-or-nothing proposal.” (Texas Speaker of the House Dennis Bonnen, R-Angleton, Dec. 28.)
“The bill they are now planning to send back to my desk is much different than anticipated. It really is a disgrace… it has almost nothing to do with COVID. This bill contains $85.5 million for assistance to Cambodia, $134 million to Burma, $1.3 billion for Egypt and the Egyptian military…$25 million for democracy and gender programs in Pakistan …$1 billion for the Smithsonian and an additional $154 million for the National Gallery of Art. Likewise, these facilities are essentially not open.” (President Trump, Dec. 22.)
Alas, the “backing into the corner” seems to have worked. At first glance, the $1 billion for a venerable U.S. institution like the Smithsonian appears as among the least outrageous of the long list of outrages against the American taxpayer in this bill.
Unfortunately, the Smithsonian (originally titled the "United States National Museum") “grew-in-office” as the saying goes, and morphed long ago into a classically “woke” instrument of America-bashing by its elitist and guilt-obsessed patrons and administrators.
As exhibit A, we present the Smithsonian Institution’s sanctification of Stalinist terrorist and mass-murderer Ernesto “Che” Guevara—not renown for his admiration of American institutions, achievements and qualities, or as a well-wisher for her citizens. To wit:
“The U.S. is the great enemy of mankind!” (Che Guevara, 1961.)
“Against those hyenas there is no option but extermination!” (Che Guevara, 1961.)
“We must keep our hatred (against the U.S.) alive and fan it to paroxysm!” (Che Guevara, 1965.)
“If the nuclear missiles had remained (in Cuba) we would have fired them against the heart of the U.S. including New York City. The victory of socialism is well worth millions of Atomic victims.” (Che Guevara, 1962.)
Not that you’d get a hint of any of the above sentiments from a Smithsonian writer’s article regarding his motorcycle tour of Cuba with Che Guevara’s son Ernesto last year. Instead:
“The image that lasted from the trip (to Cuba) was from the museum in Santa Clara, where the photograph showed Che Guevara smiling as he fed the baby Ernesto with a milk bottle.”
Aaaw….sniffle, sniffle. I’m telling you that Che Guevara was a veritable Mr. Mom, with shades of Ward Cleaver and Fred Mac Murray as Steven Douglas in "My Three Sons"!
You see, amigos: last year an author for Smithsonian.com went on a motorcycle tour of Cuba with Ernesto “Che” Guevara’s son Ernesto as a tour guide. The passage above pretty much sums up the hard-nosed “insights” provided by the article.
“Santa Clara was the site of Che’s greatest victory during the Cuban revolutionary war of 1956-59,” the Smithsonian author writes about the utterly bogus Cuban guerrilla "war.” “It was then the crossroads of the island’s transportation system and a key strategic goal in the armed rebellion led by Fidel Castro against the U.S.-backed dictator Fulgencio Batista."
Consider that in an article written from and about a serious sh*thole of a Stalinist nation, whose article subject (Che Guevara) co-founded a regime that jailed and tortured political prisoners at a higher rate than Stalin’s during the Great Terror, and murdered more Cubans in his first three years in power than Hitler murdered Germans during his first six – consider that in such an article the word “dictator” only appears in relation to Cuba’s leader prior to the mass-torturing, mass-murdering Stalinist regime.
In fact, the word “dictator” only appears in relation to the Cuba that boasted a higher standard of living than half of Europe and was inundated with more immigrants per-capita than the U.S. today—and this at a time when Cubans were perfectly free to emigrate from Cuba with all of their possessions and could get U.S. visas for the asking. All during that time, more Americans lived in Cuba than did Cubans in the U.S.
“Che could not rest while there was injustice still in the world,” the Smithsonian author approvingly quotes the curator of Cuba’s Che Guevara museum. “Within 25 months (of landing in Cuba from Mexico) the odd couple (Fidel and Che) were in control of Cuba,” continues the Smithsonian author, “with Che given the job of overseeing the execution of Batista’s most vicious thugs.”
Let’s have a look at some of these “vicious thugs” shall we, and from an eye-witness not beholden to a Stalinist regime -- after thorough vetting to assure his sympathy for the Stalinist regime -- for his “journalism” visa, (as was the Smithsonian author).
A Spanish priest named Javier Arzuaga had the misfortune to preside over the Havana parish that included the city’s La Cabana Fortress which Che converted into Cuba’s firing-squad and torture-central in January 1959.
During his painful rounds, Father Arzuaga was shocked to find a 16-year-old boy named Ariel Lima among the condemned “war-criminals” crammed into the dungeons and torture chambers. The priest described the boy as totally dazed with his teeth constantly chattering and probably mentally-handicapped.
Astoundingly, Father Arzuaga managed to get an audience with executioner-in-chief Che Guevara, where he pleaded the boy’s case. “Quickly I realized my pleas were pointless," recalls the priest. “The harder I pleaded for his compassion, the wider and crueler became Che Guevara’s famous sneer.”
“OK, fine. We’ll take it up tonight at the Tribunal of Appeals,” Che finally said while continuing to sneer at the distraught priest.
But what Che did at the “appeals hearing,” (that was attended by little Ariel’s single mother) was confirm the death sentence and schedule the firing squad murder for that very night.
As they left the "hearing," "Che was walking with his usual entourage when he noticed me," recalls Father Arzuaga. "He sneered again and waved hello. Suddenly I saw Ariel’s hysterical mother run in front of Che and throw herself on the ground.”
"Woman," Guevara laughed at her. "Go see that guy," and Che turned and pointed at me," writes Father Arzuaga. "Padre Javier is a professional at consoling people," Che chuckled. "Then he looked over at me laughing. 'She’s all yours, padre.'"
"I walked over and helped the devastated women who had fallen on the ground sobbing uncontrollably," recalls the priest. "'Put yourself in God’s hands, Mam,' I prayed. 'Try and rise above this tragedy. God will help you learn to live without your son.'"
"That night (the mentally–handicapped) Ariel Lima was still in a totally dazed condition as they tied him to the execution stake," wrote Father Arzuaga, "totally unaware he was about to be murdered."
"FUEGO!" And the volley shattered Ariel’s little quivering body.
Needless to add, the Smithsonian—though billing itself as "the world’s largest education and research complex"—somehow omitted all of the thoroughly-documented items above regarding their article's subject -- in favor of Che Guevara with a baby bottle.