Showing posts with label Che Guevara. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Che Guevara. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Fagburn: Time To Get Out Of Bed

Hello again,

I should be back blogging and playing catch-up over the weekend.

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PS Going through a month's backlog of emails - apologies, but can you please re-send if you need a reply and haven't had one.

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Cuba: Behind You

And so began phase two of Obama's masterplan to hand Cuba back to the Mob, and return it to its rightful place as America's whorehouse.

This will not end well, you mark my words...

Sunday, 14 June 2015

Che: Feliz CumpleaƱos

I saw his teeth and the playful grin with which he foretold history, I felt his handshake and, like a distant murmur, his conventional goodbye. The night, which folded away as his words touched it, closed in around me again, envelopeing me within it. Despite what he said, I now knew... I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I will be with the people.*

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* An afterthought from CG's Motorcycle Diaries, late 1952.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Cuba: The Last Laugh

God knows how this will work out, maybe they'll just hand Cuba back to the mafia and dig up Batista...

Add your own HILARIOUS caption!

PS If anyone wants to send Fagburn on a two week all-expenses fact-finding trip to 'The New Cuba', just drop me a line.

Update: Mariela Castro said the island nation would not return "to being a servile country to hegemonic interests of the most powerful financial groups in the US" Video.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Revolutionaries: Gay For Che

We will never know the degree of historical truth there is in the bestseller Chez Che – a fascinating expose of the secret gay adventures of the famous Bolivian revolutionary in the San Francisco of the 1980s. Or whether he died in Cuba alongside his comrade Elvis Presley as some surviving webfiles declared. For better or for worse in these post-digital days of tentative peace and reconstruction, history itself has become a fiction...

No, dear, the book does not actually exist. 
Ewan is satirising the future of publishing.

PS Love the way the artist thinks throwing pink lipstick on an image signifies homosexuality.