Did anyone ever see a small gem of an Australian movie from the late 90s called “Children of the Revolution”? Judy Davis plays an Australian communist enamored of “Uncle Joe” Stalin, who ends of having his love child, conceived just before his death. For some reason this story brings that one to mind.

Oh, for the manly man! The man with the guns blazing, the man with the righteous (or not so righteous–did I mention he should have a gun?) cause for which he is (almost) willing to die. Now THAT is sexy.

Perhaps Plett should give herself to that bag of shite, in hopes that she may take home her own living memento of “the cause”. At least it would just be between the two of them and the entire world wouldn’t be made nauseous at this inapt loveletter of a “newstory.”