The Unspanked Spread Joy
Or, His Unbeaten Ass.
Yesterday, at UC Berkeley, that fiefdom of Our Betters, detransitioner and “former trans kid” Chloe Cole invited students to discuss the realities of sexual transition, a procedure she very much regrets.
However, expressing regret, or doubt of any kind, is apparently an outrage, a wickedness to be punished. And hence the grinning chap seen below, the one expressing himself via the medium of tomato juice:
Today at a @tpusastudents tabling event at UC Berkeley with Chloe Cole and Harrison Tinsley, this individual threw a full bottle of tomato juice all over the TPUSA chapter members, staff, and their table. @Harrisontinz @ChoooCole
VC: @uhneti pic.twitter.com/CTWd4rfpsm
— Turning Point USA (@TPUSA) October 23, 2024
“I’m not touching you,” says he. “I’m grabbing your phone.”
Update, via the comments:
EmC asks, not unreasonably,
I would guess that if you attempt it, even politely – at least, at Berkeley, that great seat of reason – you risk being assaulted by a spiteful, emotionally incontinent misfit. One clearly accustomed to impunity.
And that’s rather the thing, isn’t it?
If, for instance, I were considering whether to amuse myself by flinging tomato juice over people and over their computers and whatever, while grinning with satisfaction, I’d expect a not insignificant likelihood of consequently being punched in the face. This expectation is important.
The risk of being punched, vigorously, is important. It inhibits quite a lot of recreational malice.
And the assumption of being able to behave badly, malevolently, with impunity, as seen above, and as seen repeatedly and quite vividly here, is not, to my eye, progress.
Decriminalize violence.
I think this is the precise point at which he should have been punched, quite hard, then pinned to the ground, and possibly punched again, until he learned to behave.
“Behold the tolerant Left!”
Well said, sir.
Can we mention the mental health problems yet?
The gentleman in question has apparently been detained.
I would guess that if you attempt it, even politely – at least, at Berkeley, that great seat of reason – you risk being assaulted by a spiteful, emotionally incontinent misfit. One clearly accustomed to impunity.
And that’s rather the thing, isn’t it? If, for instance, I were considering whether to amuse myself by flinging tomato juice over people and over their computers and whatever, while grinning with satisfaction, I’d expect a not insignificant likelihood of consequently being punched in the face. This expectation is important.
The risk of being punched, vigorously, is important. It inhibits quite a lot of recreational malice.
And the expectation that it won’t happen, the assumption of being able to behave badly, malevolently, with impunity, as seen above, and as seen repeatedly and quite vividly here, is not, to my eye, progress.
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But they just stand there while he throws crap on them.
Presumably, the targets of the recreational malice understand that their assailant is a Protected Being, and that any physical resistance, however warranted, would result in gasps of pretentious indignation and institutional disapproval. Needless to say, this is not an ideal situation. It’s a golden ticket for spiteful little shits.
And from the aggressor’s point of view, the prospect of being half-heartedly told off, maybe, by someone who regards you as Protected Being, and therefore entitled to excuses and uncommon latitude, will not be much of a deterrent, if it’s entertained at all. But the real and imminent prospect of having your teeth loosened by the people you’ve just violated seems more likely to serve that function.
Not perfect, perhaps, but probably good enough. And certainly better than the farce above, variations of which we’ve seen many times.
Overwhelmingly in academia, where progressives reign.