“Washington D.C.’s black mayor [Vincent Gray] is a prominent patron of his hometown restaurant/bookstore Busboys and Poets, billed by its owner as ‘The Cultural Hub of the Black Community,’ and known as ‘a haven for writers, thinkers and performers from America’s progressive social and political movements.’” Humberto Fontova
“Chik-fil-A ‘tastes like hate.’” Mayor Vincent Gray
By Humberto Fontova – Townhall.Com – 8/11/2012
For expressing the opinion of the majority of voters in the 31 states where gay marriage was put to vote Chick-fil-A’s President Dan Cathy is accused of “hate speech” by D.C. Mayor Vincent Gray. Such is the mayor’s revulsion that he threatens to mimic Lester Maddox circa 1962 and stand at his city gates wielding an ax handle to bar restaurant Chik-fil-A’s entry into his municipal domain.
Washington D.C’s black mayor is a prominent patron of his hometown restaurant/bookstore Busboys and Poets, billed by its owner as “The Cultural Hub of the Black Community,” and known as “a haven for writers, thinkers and performers from America’s progressive social and political movements.”
This restaurant features posters of Che Guevara on its walls and Che Guevara’s books in its adjoining bookstore. Busboys and Poets also sponsor tours of Cuba in partnership with Castro’s Stalinist regime. Every penny spent by Mayor Gray’s starry-eyed constituents on these Potemkin tours lands in the pockets of the only regime in the Western Hemisphere to herd thousands of men and boys into forced labor camps at Soviet-bayonet point for the crime of fluttering their eyelashes, flapping their hands and talking with a lisp. Every penny spent in Cuba by these progressive writers and artists enriches the only regime in the Western Hemisphere to fuel bonfires with Orwell’s Animal Farm, The UN Declaration of Human Rights and the writings of Martin Luther King.
“Work Will Make Men Out of You” read the sign at the Cuban prison-camp’s gate where tens of thousands of Cuban gays, suspected gays, “longhaired heepees”s and religious youths were jailed and tortured for years. The sign as prominent right over the barbed wire and next to the Soviet-trained machine gunners posted on the watchtowers. The initials for these camps were UMAP, not GULAG, but the conditions were quite similar.
When patronizing Busboys and Poets black Mayor Vincent Grey and his black and “progressive” constituents also reward a purveyor of the following sentiments:
“The Negro is indolent and spends his money on frivolities and drink, the European is forward-looking, organized and intelligent…The negro has maintained his racial purity by his well known habit of avoiding baths.” Che Guevara wrote these lines in his famous “Motorcycle’s Diaries,” which is prominently displayed in Busboys and Poets bookstore.
“My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood,” also appears in this popular book for peace activists. “Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any surrendered enemy that falls in my hands! With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!”
Among the sites omitted by Busboys and Poets Cuba tours are the prisons and torture chambers that held the longest-suffering black political prisoners in modern history. Prisoners were often taunted with racist epithets – “we pulled you down from the trees and cut off your tail!” Eusebia Penalver’s Castroite jailers would yell at him. Eusebio Penalver suffered longer in Castro and Che’s prisons than Nelson Mandela in apartheid South Africa’s.
Two years ago black human rights activist Orlando Zapata-Tamayo was beaten comatose by his Castroite jailers and left with a life-threatening fractured skull and Subdural Hematoma. More racist epithets followed and — “Worthless peasant!” was yelled by his white jailers while gleefully kicking and bludgeoning this black human-rights activist. A year later Zapata-Tamayo was dead after a lengthy hunger-strike. But don’t look for his face on any Busboys and Poets’ mural. Instead you’ll find his torturers, who patrons can help enrich by signing up for those “Cuba Tours.”
Che Guevara was famous for driving the mothers of his young murder victims to near suicidal despair. He’d often give the mothers an audience in his office. Then as they pleaded for their sons’ life Che would often grab his telephone and bark the orders to execute her son that very night. Often the mother was privileged to hear the firing squad volley that murdered her son.
Rigoberto Hernandez was 17 when Che’s soldiers dragged him from his cell in La Cabana, jerked his head back to gag him and started dragging him to the stake. Little “Rigo” pleaded his innocence to the very bloody end. But his pleas were garbled and difficult to understand. His struggles while being gagged and bound to the stake were also awkward. The boy had been a janitor in a Havana high school and was mentally retarded. His single mother had pleaded his case with hysterical sobs. She had begged, beseeched and finally proven to his “prosecutors” that it was a case of mistaken identity. Her only son, a boy in such a condition, couldn’t possibly have been “a CIA agent planting bombs.”
“Fuego!” and the firing squad volley riddled Rigo’s little bent body as he moaned and struggled awkwardly against his bounds, blindfold and gag.
“When you saw the beaming look on Che’s face as the victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by his firing squads,” said former Cuban political prisoner Roberto Martin-Perez, to this writer, “you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara.”
Thus far I’ve cited Che Guevara’s bluster when addressing his defenseless victims, the defenseless mothers of his victims, and reporters. On October 8th 1967 in Bolivia “the world’s most famous guerrilla fighter” (thanks to Fidel Castro’s hand-outs to his ever-faithful international media and academic lapdogs and parrots) finally faced something properly describable as guerrilla combat. Shortly into this unprecedented, baffling and utterly terrifying experience Che Guevara snuck away from the firefight, dropped his fully loaded weapons and whimpered: “Don’t shoot! I’m Che! I’m worth more to you alive than dead!”
“If the missiles had remained in Cuba we would have fired them at the heart of the U.S.” boasted Che Guevara to Sam Russell of The London Daily Worker, Nov. 1962.
Given the veneration by Washington D.C’s Busboys and Poets of the racist- Stalinist who craved to nuke Washington D.C. we have to think they also carry Che’s Message to the Tricontinental Conference in Havana 1966. Chik-fil-A “tastes like hate,” Mayor Gray? Well, then chew on this:
“Hatred is the central element of our struggle!… Hatred that is intransigent….Hatred so violent that it propels a human being beyond his natural limitations, making him violent and cold- blooded killing machine…We reject any peaceful approach. Violence is inevitable. To establish Socialism rivers of blood must flow. The victory of Socialism is well worth millions of atomic victims!” (thus spaketh the icon of flower-children)
Had the icon of Busboys and Poets prevailed in October 1962, today the incinerated remains of many of the restaurant’s patrons, and those of practically all of their parents and grandparents, would fit in one Cappuccino cup.