Hmmm.... when was the last time I saw Ché's beatific, visionary mug? Of course - down on the Atlantic City boardwalk on Sunday. A T-shirt shop was selling his non-doctored image on a wide range of colors and fabrics.
They also had a variety of patriotic themes: "These Colors Don't Run," shots of the Twin Towers, ticked-off-looking eagles, stuff like that.
I can understand catering to as many folks as possible, but really, putting Ché in the same neighborhood as the Towers? It was insulting. This business about lionizing villains and thugs isn't confined to any one country; though I'll grant you that this time it isn't our own Courts guilty of the offense.
Now, if you wanted to run a mail-order hut on the dacha for edited Ché/Marx apparel, you'd be knee-deep in francs before long. (At least, you would be if not for the ruddy Euro.) I favor a big clown nose and floppy shoes - after all, Red was their color - but if the ears fit... Lassiez le bon temps roulez!