Reader writes, “The middle-aged men I know who wear Che T-shirts are Mother Jones-reading, Chomskyite university professors who never grew up after attending college in the ’60s and early ’70s. Unfortunately, one of them is my elder brother.”

Bummer. Another reader writes, “I sometimes dismiss Castro as a senile buffoon, but his comparison of Israelis to Nazis shocked me back to reality. He is vile, depraved, and evil. My grade-school PE teachers were a husband-and-wife team, and Cuban exiles. They were among the last to escape. My mother and father knew them well as they went to our church. Dad said that Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez hated Castro because he had murdered so many of their relatives. Castro is a murderer. I’m ashamed to say that I’m not sure if my grown children know that.”

One more: “As I was reading your latest posts on Che, I was thinking about how to describe him in a way that my son and his generation will understand. (It seems that the Che shirts, and the worship, will never go out of vogue.) How about this? Che was to Castro what Darth Vader was to Emperor Palpatine.”

I don’t know the Star Wars epic, but I have a feeling that’s right.