In college, I got cornered by the campus political nutcase. He spent two hours monologuing me about how Trotsky had never been killed, but had signed a secret agreement with Stalin to exile himself to Switzerland and live out the rest of his life as... I don't know. Frankly, after 20 minutes, I would have agreed with him on anything if only to get him to go away.
That nutcase went from being a full-fledged, book-waving Maoist, to being a black-banner waving anarchist (he got interviewed by the media after the riots in Seattle; I doubt he did anything, but boy could he make himself heard), and the latest I heard was that he was some sort of Nazi Green living in a compound in West Virginia.