Getting In Touch With Their Inner Che.

Here's a clue for all you self-styled "progressives."

YOU LOST.

In spite of the bribes offered, the lies told, the assaults on persons and property, and the other nonsense that your side pulled, you lost the presidential election.

Get over it.

We refuse to be a living prop in your ideological fantasies. We refuse to bind ourselves with the chains that you offer us. And we refuse to embark on the path that ultimately leads to the anonymous ditch outside of town.

This isn't Russia in 1917. We know about the ultimate results of your ideological fantasy and will not go down that path without a fight.

So go home, grow up, and get a life.

And I have special message for all those schissekopfen who feel that its cool to wear a Che Guevara shirt in public: Che was the inhuman piece of excrement that Comrade Castro put in charge of "liquidating enemies of the people", which in reality meant shooting anyone with property to steal or who otherwise had a mind or conscience of their own.

In short, Che Guevara was a bloody communist mass murderer. Wearing a Che shirt in a free nation is as disgusting as wearing a Heinrich Himmler shirt in Tel Aviv.

And wearing a Che shirt says that you are no better than a bloody murderer.

The only reason that you aren't beaten to a bloody pulp and hanged from a convenient tree or lamp post is that we are better than you and the murderer that you call a hero.