The original OP has a potty mouth, and is totally miserable.
Skippy has an interesting background; he was born for happiness and fulfillment, but screwed up big time somewhere.
Born in 1957, he was raised on a bankrupt avocado (or whatever) farm in the rustic Salinas or San Joaquin Valley of California--I forget which--owned by his maternal grandfather. His father had deserted his mother and his two children, an older sister and Skippy. They were very poor, and it wasn't an easy life.
However, despite his being educated in "only" a two-room two-teacher wooden-framed rural schoolhouse with a large bell in the steeple, Skippy took a whole lot of examinations, and was awarded a full-ride scholarship in one of the premier engineering colleges of America, in New York City. He was one in about every two or three thousand applicants who take the examinations, to be given one.
So the guy's got brains.
But he's also got a significant weakness.
He lets other people make up his mind for him.
Somewhere along the line, Skippy got "radicalized;" he's obviously the most "far-left" of all the primitives, no matter how impossible it might seem. He makes Kim Jung-on, Pol Pot, Robert Mugabe, Reinhard Heydrich, Madame Mao, Idi Amin, the Ayatollah Khomeini, Papa Doc Duvalier, Yassir Arafat, look moderate in comparison.
His hero, his idol, is the old fart William "25,000,000 Dead" Ayres.
All this, clothed in the genial appearance of a cherubic-looking middle-aged guy who buys his polyester apparel by mail-order from Blair's of Warren (Pennsylvania) or Haband of Oakland (New Jersey).
It was either a woman or an "international" student at engineering college, who kidnapped his free will, his ability to make up his own mind.