He sat across from me and we had this conversation:
ME: "Do you know who that is on your t-shirt?"
NEPHEW: "Yeah...um...some kind of revolutionary guy."
ME: His name was Che Guevara. He was Fidel Castro's right hand man. You know who Fidel Castro was, don't you?"
NEPHEW: "Sure."
ME: Do you know what Che Guevara was known for? What his job was?
NEPHEW: "Umm...no."
ME: "His job was to find people who didn't like his boss, pull them and their family out of bed in the middle of the night, line them up in front of a wall, and murder them. Men, women, children."
NEWPHEW: "Oh. Er, I just like the shirt."
I agree in many cases.
In some cases they are just young commies. (a graduating 8th grader could be 15…often old enough to know)
People are insane.