God's Birthday Present to me!

Today is my 36th birthday! Yeah Me! I decided to go work out at the gym this morning before work and God blessed me with the perfect birthday gift. As I entered the packed weight room and moved over to the leg curl machine, I noticed the quintessential Microsoft employee. He was a late 40's early 50's skinny, pasty white nerd with glasses. Not the old school type of nerd you used to feel sorry for when they got spat on riding the bus, but the modern nerd version who grew up, got a job at a software company and thinks he is the smartest guy in the world. He was working out with his trainer who was a 20's something gal (not bad looking) and I could tell this guy was attempting to impress her with the only thing an arrogant pasty white nerd can, his "intellect".
As I began to work out, I noticed that this guy was wearing a Che t-shirt. I hate Che t-shirts almost as much as I hate the morons who wear them. I was thinking of a way I could confront this jackass when God presented me with the perfect opportunity. This guy's trainer asked him who was on his shirt and you could tell from the way his eyes lit up that he was hoping she would ask him that question so that he could impress her with his knowledge of the "great revolutionary" Che Guevara.

The guy goes into his mini lecture on the "great" Che Guevara, telling her "Che was a freedom fighter who fought to free poor people throughout Central America..." he went on to say that "the CIA assassinated him before he was able to free all of the peasants and bring about a just society in Central America." At this point, I've had enough and say, "Why are you lying to her? Che was a mass murderer who tortured innocent men woman and children. He was one of the worst tyrants of the 20th Century." The guy says to me "One man's tyrant is another man's freedom fighter." to which I replied, "Where's your Hitler T-shirt? Is it dirty, or do you only wear it on the Sabbath?" At this point the trainer stepped in, and moved the guy over to a different part of the weight room.

It always shocks me when I see grown, educated men working out at an exclusive and highly expensive club celebrating a guy who would have taken great pleasure in torturing and killing him. The other thing that shocks me is that at this club, most of the low level employees are recent immigrants from Central and South America. The guys who clean up the locker room, wash the floors, and clean the toilets for minimum wage might have relatives who were tortured and murdered by Che and this jackass is prancing around in a Che t-shirt... unbelievable...