and set out to test Team USA's orders-of-magnitude superior defense industry goodies on Iraq.

Bubba got to bomb them for six of his eight, plus add whole bunches of starved kids to the ledger.

Dubya followed in Poppy's steps, kicking off Team USA's first dual front war in a generation.

Poor Barry Pendragon, how was he to make a name for himself?

By normalizing Qadaffi, sending him goodies, and continuing the existing policies of his predecessor?

Not enough. Just not enough flash and bang, for the Constitutional Scholar and Nobel Peace Laureate.

A few days ago Broadsnark posted a fair if too brief take down of Ernesto "Che" Guevara, which was further discussed by Justin at Americana.

And while it's amusing that Che's visage has become a marketable commodity, the reality of the man's life,failures, beliefs and import illustrates the fundamental problem with the democratic centralist (Leninist, Stalinist) approach to remaking society.

It doesn't work.

"Che," as a revolutionary, has no use value whatsoever. He means nothing. He failed. He's the "the clapper" of revolution, an ultimately untimely gimmick introduced at the moment of its obsolescence.

Armed with the mystical dialectic and an urge to murder, he managed to botch everything he touched. Not only have Bolshevism and bureaucratic socialism proven to be revolutionary dead ends, but the arc of events - oh vaunted Clio - have demonstrated the ineluctable truth of Che Guevara's uselessness as an exemplar and model for action. Rejected by the people he traveled across a continent to save from themselves, Che died the exact death he deserved, the one he