This... Is CNN

If you can't see the embedded tweets, it's Chris Moody, who identifies xis gender as a CNN reporter with "Digital Labs" (no idea), relaying this important report from youth summer camp:

Stephen Miller and I went to same summer camp. He had an outburst. Flipped a table. Now he's in the White House

Then he links his breathless account of what I will call The Summer Camp Incident.

Note, this beginning bit describes the standard behavior at the summer camp -- before The Incident. That is, this is the sort of competitive, aggressive play-politics that was already going on before The Incident.

Each dorm hall at the college was considered its own "city" and, as you might expect, high school boys conducted government in predictable ways. Our city proposed "jailing" anyone who dared to use our bathroom without paying a "tax." (Our jail, if I recall, would also be in the bathroom, which was punishment enough.) There was an "assassination attempt" on an elected "mayor" who fell out of favor. Someone wrote "BOMB" on a piece of paper and slipped it under his door, an act that was followed by a debate over whether the device had, in fact, "killed" him and if he could still hold legitimate power in his new state of non-existence. By the end of the week, our cities went to "battle" with one another, which was fought in the form of a midnight brawl in the common area that left many of us with bruises. It was great fun.

This was the environment into which Miller thrust himself headlong and was very successful.

Okay, so this camp has midnight brawls. So it seems like it's already pretty aggressive. (Much too aggressive for a wilting flower like Chris Moody.)

One might think the common occurrence of "brawls" would be the big story here -- but no, the big story is The Incident, sometimes call The Rape of the Table.

Miller and I were placed into the same "county" and he ran for a seat on the Board of Supervisors. Before the election, my fellow county-mates and I gathered in the shade of trees to hear speeches from the students up for election. While most speeches were mundane and forgettable, Miller stood out.

A lanky young man who looked serious beyond his years, Miller began by shouting his case for why we should make him our leader. Roaring at the top of his lungs while he paced across the grass, Miller took us by surprise when he called for a fierce campaign of espionage against our neighboring counties.

Unlike his competitors, Miller didn't speak in clichéd generalities. He had a plan. He declared that he would organize a "black ops" force to spy on and infiltrate the other counties in an effort to -- I suppose? -- sabotage them. To Miller, the other boys in the camp weren't here to cooperate in the spirit of forming a more perfect union, but were to be dominated. They weren't "us." They were the enemy.

He's declaring other tribes "The Enemy"? You mean, the other tribes you pester with mock assassinations and bombings and have "midnight brawls" with?

Whoah. Talk about escalation.

His raucous speech was a tremendous success. Miller knew his voting base: A hoard of testosterone-fueled teenage boys itching for something to believe in, even if it was just made up. Miller whipped us into a frenzy, and the crowd, myself included, cheered on the ridiculousness.

Once he had most of us firmly on his side, Miller let loose his catch-phrase.

"It's Miller Time!" he declared, a reference to beer that seemed edgy to many of us at 16. His branding also benefited from his shared name with the California rock band.

Miller was elected with a resounding majority.

So in a mock political contest, Miller employed mock political tactics like rhetoric and catch-phrases.

But this isn't The Incident. This is just a prelude to The Incident -- a chilling foreshadowing.

Like Mein Kampf.

It wasn't long, however, before some of us began to question our decision to elect someone merely for the shock value. At a county meeting later that week, Miller was involved in an incident that quickly spread around campus. He stood to his feet and, in a rage, yelled and flipped over a table, which crashed in front of him. The room fell silent. No one knew what to think.

In a camp featuring mock assassinations and actual midnight brawls, Stephen Miller theatrically overturned a table.

That is The Incident of which we now speak, daring only to name the thing in hushed tones with downcast eyes.

"He had this huge outburst," recalled Nick Silverman, a fellow Boys State delegate who travelled with Miller from the same high school. "There was this weird shock.

But looking back all these years later, maybe things weren't quite what they seemed. It's possible that Miller's shtick that week -- the charismatic speech, the "black ops" talk, the table flip -- was all part of his plan to simply "win the game" by being elected to something at Boys State and make a name for himself.

Nah. Let's go with Mein Kampf.

These people are sissies. Men without chests -- mewling, cowardly gossips and shit-talkers. They take all the worst attributes of women and combine them with (low levels) of aggressive testosterone.

Shit that would get worked out with a confrontation -- or just channeling one's aggressive energies into a manful exertion like sport -- is instead turned into a Mean Girl slam-book.

You can #FactCheck my claim that this "man" is a sissy by viewing his picture.

When the normal channels of masculine aggression are frustrated by lack of outlet or inclination to attempt something actually masculine, you get these seething rage-queens.

Testosterone -- even if low, and seriously in need of Shark Cartilage Pills -- can be both energizing as well as destructive. If it's not channeled towards its energetically productive ends, it pools and poisons, and makes "men" into bitchy parodies of women.

Joke Credit: I got the "Shark Cartilage Pills" from a YouTuber called "Diversity & Comics," who's pretty funny and very anti-SJW. He's very anti-SJW Marvel (Marvel comics has gone full SJW -- Full.)

Most of his videos are enjoyable, even if you don't like comics. He digs down into the key tropes of Social Justice Warriorism.

He first used the Shark Cartilage Pills reference in discussing the new Social Justice Warrior-fied Punisher comic (yes, even the Punisher is now SJW), and how he's Low T.

BTW, the reference to "filthy casuals" apparently arose in 2009 or so on gamer boards. Harder-core gamers would refer to casual gamers -- like the ones who just play easy triple A games like Arkham or Uncharted (me, in other words) -- as "filthy casuals."

It's such a funny phrase I don't even mind that it's intended to insult me.

I intend to start using "filthy casuals" as much as possible.

posted by Ace at 01:34 PM

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