Guess who I saw on a T-shirt yesterday. No, not Che Guevara. That’s dog-bites-man. I saw Stalin — young Stalin, in this famous photo.

He was a handsome young SOB, Koba. (Stalin’s nickname.) Helluva swordsman. Several illegitimate children. A wild, savage Georgian look. Something to match Che’s cheekbones?

Now that Che and Joe are both on T-shirts, in free countries, who’s next? I always thought that Pol Pot got sort of a bad rap. Can’t make an omelet in Cambodia — or whatever the hell they eat there (when they’re eating) — without breaking a couple million eggs . . .

P.S. One of my favorite facts about Pol Pot is that he got married on Bastille Day. The year was 1956. He and his bride had been students in France. July 14 was their holy day.