So, out of respect for his late lamented coolth and hotness, I’m prepared to embrace his granddaughter. Well, okay, I’d have to embrace her as a sister anyway, but I hope you see my point. Granddaddy was cool and hot. Granddaughter gets bonus points for that.

See how well qualified I am to judge shallowness?

So, Lydia Guevara is, in addition to being Che’s granddaughter, a vegetarian. Let’s do the math on this: She’s Che’s granddaughter, she a sister, she’s vegetarian. What could possibly up her score? What, indeed.

Lydia Guevara is on a PETA poster! Does that add more bonus points? Not for me, maybe for you. But PETA found out she’s a vegetarian and, what with them having old hippies on the rolls, said, “Wow, cool. Che’s granddaughter is a vegetarian. We gotta get her to do a poster. How totally cool, rad, bitchin’ that would be.”

And it was done! I mean, hell, who can resist PETA? Okay, me, but I’m an old-fart so factor that in.

And there she is, looking for all the world like granddaddy, minus the cigar. With her fist raised in the power salute, bandoliers crossing her chest, and a beret, what more could we want? Well you may ask.

Apparently PETA, in revolutionary homage to Stokely Carmichael, who famously said that the only position for a woman in the black power movement was prone, decided that Ms Guevara could be a more effective voice for not eating dead animals if she took off her shirt.

I’m guessing that the PETA thinking is that as soon as we get a glimpse of Ms Guevara with beret, camo pants, bandoliers of carrots and a raised fist, sans cigar and shirt, we’ll have a universal epiphany and rush out to get tofu burgers.

In case you’re wondering why neither Ms Guevara nor PETA got a shallow twits award, I did consider it. How could I not? But I had to remain true to my heritage of: F*** The Man! I had to consider what Che would think about it. I had to follow my old-fart hippie star.

Che’s half naked granddaughter advertising vegetarianism is a sure sign of the apocalypse.

Trust me, forty years from now, when you’re watching TV and see Ashton Kutcher’s naked granddaughter, leaning over Ashton’s naked corpse, while holding up a bottle of “Eugenica Rub Male – The Humane Way To Make Grandpa Eternally Happy,” in a commercial for PEEOF (People for the Ethical Eugenics of Old Farts), you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.