I like those new “fight oppression” T-shirts that are popular nowadays, complete with that swashbuckling little oppression-fighting dynamo, Inigo Montoya, from the movie The Princess Bride.
Those whacky kids. They may hate their thighs; wax their backs; and self-inflict inflamed, steel-capped lip and nose boils while keeping a dermatologist on speed-dial for zit emergencies – but they somehow find it within themselves to give a darn about a fictional orphan’s vendetta against a six-fingered villain.
Personally, I could have done without the blatant commercialism and Che product placement, but then, I’m not much of a tea drinker. The point is that an earnest, righteous, Inigo T-shirt really makes a statement – Probably something along these lines: “After my manicure and latte I’m going to go resist some oppression!”
I’m ecstatic. Really. And grateful. Nobody loves plucky, indomitable movie characters more than me. But isn’t it sad that these young millennials have obviously scoured the history of the former century – with its defining struggle against totalitarianism – and they couldn’t find one honest-to-goodness, in-the-flesh, oppression-fighting hero?
George W. Bush once said that “Everywhere that freedom stirs, let tyrants fear.” Nice words, but apparently it’s only true in the moves, and liberty just isn’t that important to real people.
Take the thousands of college students during the Hungarian Revolution. Obviously they greeted the Soviet tanks, docilely donned the shackles, and probably even thanked Uncle Joe for giving them a future without all that uncertain and challenging liberty and self-determination claptrap.
And I don’t know why the Soviet puppets in East Germany even bothered to build the Berlin wall. The East Germans felt so safe and secure in their communist straitjackets, they would never even think of trying to escape. In fact they probably just built the wall to keep the westerners out.
Yes, I’m sure millions of Eastern European youth in the 1960s flaunted their communist harnesses with pride, never yearning for the liberty of their western counterparts – American boys and girls who never praised their Marxist wardens while vilifying their own blood-bought freedom. And who never treasonously sided with Mao-backed communist invaders as America struggled with South Vietnam against conquest, tyranny, re-education camps, firing squads, and killing fields.
It is indeed regrettable, but in the dearth of even one real-life hero, Inigo provides an adequate, albeit fictional, role model. And we’re lucky today’s youth would never buy into leftist propaganda, which teaches that “resist oppression” really means “honor oppressors.” And they would never be tricked into glorifying and honoring mass murderers like Joseph Stalin, Mao Zedong, or Fidel Castro and his weasely little scum-rot cowardly rah-rah boy hit man, Che Guevara.
Hey…. Wait a minute….