I'd like to tell a story about a professor I have.
One of my favorite professors in undergrad is a straight up red communist. (It's really funny because I'm mostly libertarian and we've collaborated on projects before) He does massive trips to China every year and is working with universities and the CCP to translate Beowulf directly from old English into Mandarin. He's got several collections of Mao's and Lenin's writings. He's also a former redneck, grew up in extremely rural North Carolina and started school 3 years late. His dad was an illiterate sharecropper and he grew up in a literal shack without running water. One of his stories involves his dad and the other African American sharecroppers repairing a plow. My professor is in the back corner reading and can recall the black sharecroppers telling his dad to "make sure your son don't turn into one of them [intellectual] people."
So I'm sitting in medieval lit one day. It's right after Literary Theory. (Vomits) and the gaggle of "communist" hipster faggots in the back will not shut up. Now my professor is an *extremely* nice and patient guy. I've never seen this guy get mad at his students ever. And he politely asks them to stop talking, several times. Finally the guy sitting in front of them snaps at them to "shut the hell up" before the professor snaps. they grumble under their breath and class continues.
When class was finished, I usually went to his office to eat lunch and talk about the Middle Ages. I walk in and he's cursing into his beard. I ask him what's up. His response was beautiful and hilarious. His really thick southern accent is back so I can tell he's pissed off.
"Jan I'm so sick of these self absorbed, entitled, rich cunts who think that reading the easiest passage in *Das Kapital* makes them communist." We then proceed to talk about communism for an hour and a half. We have a few laughs about the irony of using smartphones to tweet about workers oppression and the fact that they drink Starbucks, a company that barely pays the farmers a living wage.
He ends the discussion with "it also scares me a little bit, these young people don't realize that an actual workers revolution would see that they were the first ones against the wall. Hell, my pa disowned me when I told him I was getting a PhD and we didn't talk for years afterwards."
Just something I thought I'd share with you guys. His anger at having to stop class to wait for a bunch of blue haired twinks to finish talking was something that stuck with me.
*edit* I've got a few more stories about the guy if anyone's interested.