All the right-wing reactionary weirdos in my area are all the same guy. Old, bearded, white, “Realtors”. Every single one of them. I’m convinced that becoming a Realtor is a sign of your desperate attempt to escape the class shift from petite-bourgeois to proletariat. Getting your license isn’t that hard, from my understanding.
Often they have failed businesses they are propping up with their Realtor day job. You’ll find them worming around in public comment on municipal zoning code. Sometimes they come in different flavors, maybe they’re the right wing 2A style, perhaps they’re a Christian Evangelical brand, or they’re a disgruntled “veteran” (gotta check their credentials on that stuff) motif. I have one in town who is all three, a figurative scoop of Neapolitan style reactionary garbage (all three flavors in one tub!).
The way capitalism squeezes these people, often forces them into this little Realtor mold. This isn’t some profound analysis, but I bet if we did some qualitative investigating, we’d find they’re all very similar.
I tried working with a realestate agent who was a crakkka in it’s final form that whined about other people being lazy, odd because nobody brought up that topic, then when it was time to show me the house, she was awkwardly reluctant to do the normal house showing. We got a real sense of not-being-taken-seriously by this person, who we explicitly knew was aware of the importance of not being the last person to put an offer on the house.
This is the time when the market was generally already bad for buyers, but summer was around the corner so every day delayed brought us closer to peak worst-market-and-worst-time-of-year-for-buyers. I went with the first non-crakkka realestate agent who was willing to do the bare minimum, show us the house, which ended up being the first random person we tried, and we went ahead and bought the house.