rofl oh boy you could not be more wrong.
I am intimately familiar with them. Other than the plentiful lefty-activist types in my social circle, I have interacted with mobs of them at Rainbow Gatherings, Grateful Dead shows, Occupy rallies, anti-KKK protests, and elsewhere.
I have been surrounded by self-appointed social justice warriors for as long as I can remember. In fact, I am actually a direct product of “the struggle” (back when it was intelligent and principled) that has devolved into the pathetic, regressive efforts we see today.
Nome Chomsky and Bob Dillon were ingredients in my mother’s milk.
Just yesterday a friend from that era was recounting how his printing business began. When local and regional presses refused to print anti-war materials in 1970, he and his partners pooled the money they had earned from cough “entrepreneurial activities” to buy a printing press from a foreclosed business. While having this conversation we were standing mere feet from the church where my parents arrived in a Black Panther filled funeral procession for a young kid that had been killed by police.