Someone who avoids intelligent discourse or substantive recommendation, and opts instead for displays of useless political outrage and rhetoric.
A few years ago, I endured an entire night of conversation with a bestudded, mohawky, 33-year-old “radical.” He was one of those nudniks who hijacks everyone else’s conversations and steers them into excruciating, pseudo-political territory. The kinda guy who reminds you that, “communism is obviously the ideal form of government… only people are too corrupt.”
Toward the end of the evening, after his too-many-th beer, he referred to himself as, “Frank: The King of the Anarchists,” without even the faintest trace of irony.
Crowning moment, indeed.