Now listen here kid, there's about as many proletariat in the imperial core as there are virgins in a cat house!
The labor aristocrats of the first world will scarf up treats like a kid in a candy shop after close, and they'll step over a stiff in a shallow grave to do it!
Your goose will be cooked, served and eaten like it's Easter Dinner if you bet your boots on first world revolution sonny!
So a Maoist but they talk like a Troksyist?