They shut him up quickly. He didn't even see his fortieth birthday. Children, wife...they didn't care. The battle cry was getting louder and they had to do something to quell the uprising starting to take over South America and the adjoining islands. So they sent one of their own to execute him though they prepped him and gave him richest beyond anything that he could have ever imagined. The executioner probably found it quite ironic based on the ideological Marxists views Ernesto "Che" Guevara espoused.
But that is how Imperialism thrives. Taking the poor, the weak, the down-trodden with the promise of uplifting them and maybe their families into another level of existence. But like Che probably would have said to his executioner, "You will never be accepted amongst them. No matter how much they have given you for this abhorrent task." And maybe it didn't matter. Of course, it never has and maybe never will as far as giving someone from abject poverty enough money to possibly make them have a heart attack from the amount given when execution was carried out. And it was. And the beat goes on.
But...times have changed. And I will not be stopped. I have not nor will I ever seek publicity from what needs to be done to kill imperialism. No, one must learn from the past if one is to be successful. Stealth is the way to succeeding.
And quietly I will kill all of the rich. And kill all of the poor, US, who have helped them succeed in their past quests.
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