The Coffee Marxist

The following is a collection of thoughts written down about my political science professor and his comparative politics class. These notes were straight from the heart and were written down in a fury while listening to bourgeois propaganda which is being spewed daily.

To avoid charges of libel, the professor’s name has been changed to Mr. X.

This bourgeois stooge is the finest example of genocidal academia I have ever had the pleasure to witness. This class is a revolving door of suburban children who have grown up with all of their basic needs met to judge the “violence” and “human rights abuses” of anyone who is not the US; it is a breeding ground for fascism, an education camp for war criminals and mass murderers of the future. White nationalist kids flock here to feel good about how “free” they are and how all brown people are democracy-hating savages who eat each other for fun.

The class takes on a repetitive nature that is as much comforting clockwork as is it indoctrination: every nation is criticized except America and its European colonist allies. What follows is a condemnation of every movement and country which resists bloody US domination in the least, a sick sort of role-playing game where every student takes turns placing the pointed white hood over their heads and reciting the pledge of allegiance.

The students come like flocks of vultures and sit upon a grand pile of skulls, drenched in rivers of blood while braying like donkeys about how awful it is in poor Venezuela, where Chavez SHUT DOWN A TV STATION (do not faint!) and is thus compared to Hitler in the teacher’s own exams (can one not SEE the similarity?), all the while white phosphorus, which burns down to the bone, is dumped on Palestinian children in their name.

Nay! In Mr. X’s class, such inhuman offenses by “democracies” which are concerned with “human rights” magically do not exist. Indeed, Mr. X is a goose-stepping pseudo-humanist extraordinare, marching in obedient boot-licking lock-step with the imperialists who cluster bomb those savages trying to claw their way into his white dream, all the while eagerly asking which pub the “boys” are headed to after the day’s Nuremberg rally. Meaningless buzzwords like “human rights” and “democracy” become absolutes. Torture becomes an acceptable dogma against lesser, noticeably browner (surprise, surprise!) people who have the GALL to violate the “human rights” of others by actually pushing back (god forbid!) instead of kindly staying on their knees and being raped like good little subjects of Empire. This class is lobotomized, simplified racist capitalist pornography: cheap, simple and easy to consume.

If history remembers Mr. X at all, it will no doubt be as one of the countless numbers of blackface-painted, shoftshoe-dancing minstrel jesters of the ruling classes’ court, a willingly blind instrument of mass slaughter, another unremarkable Goebbels or Eichmann who “did his part” to obediently make sure the burning and turning war machine of empire kept turning with sufficiently-greased ideological wheels.