I started feeling unease when my portrait was commercialized and massively produced. I thought nothing about it. Then, people started to wear me, “not to bad” I thought, but I was wrong. They know nothing of what my image stands for. No history, no values, no ideology. Then, American capitalists democrats started walking in the streets with my face on their T-shirt, just going on with their business, no one even noticed. I started to flip. It didn’t stop there, things got worse. Companies, which I will not mention their names, started using me to recruit salesmen. I felt raped. They advertized “revolutionary men wanted” with my face as an example. The flipping was so fast, the star fell off. slaughtering people, torturing prisoners, urging to war… nothing remained, not one bloody memory. Finley I was granted the Body Flipper! Nights after nights of restlessness and painful turn-overs. Now, with Body Flipper it’s a lifestyle down here, you can’t imagine. Body Flipper saved my after life.

Yours,
Che Guevara

Che Guevara