My teacher was a punk back his day and fondly told us about how him and his friends would beat the crap out of Nazi punks when they would show up at the spots. He was born in Germany and his parents lived through the tiny mustache man period, so I am sure it was an act of German and family pride to address them appropriately. He would get a twinkle in his eye, as if recalling a fond memory that brought him joy.

Best damn teacher anyone could hope for.