The bad thing about not having my old permanent connection is that I think of things to blog and then I forget about them by the time I connect.

Like walking through RMIT one day when the socialists were planning some event. It evidently involved Trotsky, because there were posters everywhere with the heading: "Who is Trotsky?"

This came as something of an affront to a little pol sci student like me. The idea of ignorance brought out my inner bitch.

Politics!Dee: Who is Trotsky? Bloody hell. What do they mean, who is fucking Trotsky??
Subversive!Dee: Stalin.
Politics!Dee: (confused) What?
Subversive!Dee: Stalin is fucking Trotsky.

(It all makes sense now! Obviously they were having an impassioned affair but secretly Trotsky wanted Lenin, and once the old man died he felt he couldn't live this lie any longer. So he called off the relationship, enraging Stalin. There is no fury like a communist dictator scorned.)