on this day Winny Churchill, Al Schicklegruber and a host of other contemporary artists travelled to the town of Gori to attend the funeral of the diminutive Georgian Painter, Joe Stalin.

A new installment from the "Happy Hitler Artist" ThreadBorn Ioseb Besarionis dze Jughashvili, as a rebellious young man he had adopted the pen name of Stalin, or "man of steel". Of course this characteristic was applied to the determination of his mind, rather than his body.

"So what sorts of things did they paint? I imagine Churchill went in for landscapes...\"a tree never complains that you didn\'t capture it right,\" he once commented on that subject. Hitler would do apocalyptic scenes of universal destruction and chaos...what would Stalin paint?" - reader's commentBecause by the age of twelve, two horse-drawn carriage accidents left his left arm permanently damaged. And during the Great War he was deemed unfit for service.

The forthright American painter Harry S. Truman labelled him the "Little Squirt" even though Stalin at five foot four was barely a head shorter than Truman, himself hardly a giant measuring just five foot nine.

"Thomas More's vision of utopia would be complete....[achieved if art was the tool]. Especially if Hitler could have achieved his own artistic longing"- reader's commentDespite these physical limitations, he could paint rather well. And yet for evidence of Stalin's various frustrations one has only to look at his troubled output during his "red rage period". Churchill for one could surely understand Stalin's schizophrenic mental state, the two sides separated by the artistic expression which he labelled an "iron curtain". Winny reflected upon his own challenges; during his period of isolation in the early nineteen thirties, he recalled that he quit painting altogether to work as an illustrator for various Science Fiction and Fantasy pulps of the Depression Era.

"Good end note" - reader's commentYet despite the emotional characters present, the funeral _itself_ was remarkably calm. And the highlight perhaps was the reading of a delightful verse by the Chinese poet, Mao Zedong. Of course afterwards was a different matter, Churchill for one got riotously drunk, although Schicklegruber, being teetotal, departed early rather than watch his colleagues get blitzkrieged.