A couple of cuts that push my buttons the wrong way:
First is from GraphJam. It is so exactly correct. Little commie-chic jerkwads don’t have a clue what they’re glorifying.
Second one is from Boing Boing. I used to alternate between amusement and disgust back in the Sixties when the “anti-war” crowd affected their mood of rebellion by wearing parts of military clothing while protesting what the military was doing. The feelings extended to the Beatles with their fake uniforms, and reached bonfire proportions when Michael Jackson affected his “military look” in between plying cub scouts with “jesus juice” and dancing importantly, but this poster, well, check out how one artist portrays The One:
My stomach churns even harder than the “Michael Dukakis as Tank Commander” shot.
Every time I see some douchebag wearing a Che
shirt I always ask them why they are wearing a picture of a murdering commie bastard.
Most of them just give me that vapid stare that moonbats are so good at. It never ceases to amaze me who the Left has as their
icons…
I asked a shining example of today’s youth recently, “Hey! Who’s that on your shirt?” {it was Che’}…answer, after a couple of seconds of “thought”, “Oh, he was a hero of the S. American revolution!”—and it was delivered with wide-eyed self-congratulations that he proudly ‘knew his history’….. I considered educating him but realized there was just no point in even trying. I’m finally back living in Texas where residents are PROUD of being TEXANS..even so, I’m unfortunately confident that the vast majority of high school seniors have no idea who Stephen F. Austin or Sam Houston were. Along with Che, I’m surprised we aren’t seeing iconic praise of Charles Manson…or Stalin (“kill one you’re a murderer, kill a million you’re a king”)…and now there’s yet another movie praising a convicted multiple murderer (of women and children) who was “pardoned” and became the president of a nation… We’re headed for the great fall…….
“The wearing parts of military clothing”
:) When I was small I was downtown with my favorite uncle. He was a WWII veteran of the Army Air Force, rear gunner on a B-29 in the South Pacific.
We’re sitting at a stop light in his old station wagon (picture this, it was a 3 speed on the column- I’m so getting old!)
He glances over at the side walk where this long-haired-hippie-type is wearing fatigues with… sergeant stripes… He turns the car off, practically rips the door off the hinges, sprints between the parked cars, and runs over to where this guy is standing.
As a kid I’m enjoying the hell out of this. He always was pretty unpredicable, which made me just adore him so!
My uncle confronts this guy and asks him if he earned those stripes. The unfortunate young man replied that he did not, he was just wearing it. At which point my uncle demanded that he remove the stripes or he’d be happy to do it for him.
About 2 seconds later my uncle is back in the car with the jacket :)
Just one of many adventures with my favorite uncle, God rest his soul.
Tin Soldier Obama comin’
Now we’re really on our own…
Why do only murderers and tyrants get their faces on shirts?