I went across town today to see my uncle Ho. They have him on display in a big glass coffin inside a huge monumental tomb. I really wished they allowed photos inside. The decor is a splendid blend of Roman pomp and socialist austerity, with tasteful and sparse vietnamese motifs mixed in with the brass and marble. Really well done, guys.
I was expecting Ho himself to look all horror-show, like the Millard Fillmore robot at the Hall of Presidents at Disney World, but he looks really good for being dead forty years. They have him bathed in a golden light, and his hands look like they might wave at any moment. Hey, Ho!
I did wonder though about how long they could actually keep him that way. I mean, is it possible that he could remain presentable forever? I also wondered about the strict dress code inside the tomb. What if you were one of those peasants that gave his all for the cause of the Communists, and you were denied access to your beloved leader because you couldn't afford shoes? That seems anti-socialist to me. At least there wasn't an entrance fee.
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