A year ago, I visited a dying man who I did not know, but had requested to meet with me before he passed on. We talked. He knew Che Guevara personally. He told me how the mother of a boy who had disappeared begged him to return her son. “Don’t worry,” Che answered. “Your son will return tomorrow.” And he did return the next day. In a box. Today was May 1st, the holiday of the ideology that spread more death, poverty and misery than any other ideology in human history. But Gue