I remember her dancing like an insane fury in that Palestinian propaganda film, complete with a kaffiya and AK-47. Her long arms and long legs were flailing about as she attempted to do their war dance. There were of course no Arab women present — and the terrorists looked on in similar bemusement as those Viet Cong when Jane Fonda had her photo-ops with the communist mass murderers. I’m sure these primitive people think “what the hell is this beautiful insane dame doing here supporting us???” I’m sure the communists and the Palestinian terrorist are happy for the propaganda — but I’m also sure they close their doors and say “What’s with those beautiful crazy Western b*$%S? ”
I encountered Redgrave a few years back in the illustrated book section of a rare book store here in LA. We had a nice conversation about the books for a few minutes, and she ended up choosing a $2500 signed book by Arthur Rackham as a gift for her daughter. Now I’m nobody to criticize people for spending the cash they’ve earned on just about anything they want — and Redgrave is no exception — but the thought of her hypocritical marxism, and the fact that nature has showered some extremely unearned gifts on her, including great beauty, talent, fame, and boatloads of cash for play-acting, makes me think this hideous broken fruitcake should be on her knees every day offering thanks for her good fortune rather than helping terrorist destroy the Western world.
What a vile hypocrite it is.
