This isn't snobbery, this is me last year before I understood the distinction between LA REVOLUTION! and socialism.
The Revolutionary Teen
A middle-class family is eating down to dinner. The teenage boy wears a Che Guevara T-shirt and a peaked cap with a hammer and sickle stitched to it.
Father
Pass the patatoes down, dear.
Teenage Revolutionary
Oh yes, I suppose you do expect the woman of the family to cater to your every need, you fascist!
*Pause*
Mother
Could you pass the salt please, dear.
Teenage Revolutionary
Do it yourself, nazi. I bet you'd like to bleed the workers while you preen yourself?
*Pause*
Mother
I thought that we could go to the seaside at the weekend...
Teenage Revolutionary
Oh shut up you..you f**king bourgeoisie pig!
*Pause*
*The Teenage Revolutionary drops his fork.*
Teenage Revolutionary
HOW CAN YOU ALL SIT IN SILENCE WHILE THE PROLETARIAT DIE?