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those that go out to find homeless people to give money and necessities only to film it and put it on social media.

The Vibe Shift I’m talking about is the speaking of previously unspeakable truths, the noticing of previously suppressed facts.

The Vibe Shift I’m talking about is the speaking of previously unspeakable truths, the noticing of previously suppressed facts.

Revolution of the Broletariat

from the christ-like resurrection of america’s frat boy to the chadification of tech, anti-masculinity is over; chad maximalism has arrived

Age of chad. With the festival-like “protests” at America’s wealthiest private universities growing more unhinged by the day, the rise of a would-be white girl jihadi with giant “I’m offended” glasses was inevitable. But last week, when Keffiyeh Karen took center stage at a press conference outside Columbia University, a main character more perfectly suited to this moment than I ever could have imagined was well and truly born. There, flanked by a lanky “yay Hamas” gay in make-up and a Castro shot boy midriff, she addressed the dire state of her fellow activists, who had just purposely locked themselves inside a campus building. The students were in danger of starving, she said of the mob literally free to leave and feed themselves at any moment. This was a crisis. The country’s richest 1% required food, and the anti-capitalist, anti-colonial “revolutionary” bourgeoisie demanded it be brought to them, by day laborers, at once. This was, their leader said with no apparent sense of self-awareness, basic “humanitarian aid.” ...

While the Sweetgreen Revolution raged to the north, a handful of similarly deranged activists first replaced, and then attempted to destroy, the most prominent American flag on UNC’s campus. Their efforts were retarded, however, when a pack of zoomer frat boys in pastel polos, broccoli perms, and at least one Hooters shirt stepped forward and defended the American flag with their bodies. The mob of Palestine enthusiasts, unprepared for this symbolic act of moral clarity, became enraged, but the country was overjoyed. Photos of the incident went viral, and a GoFundMe was launched to throw the boys a party. Donations climbed to over 500k before it was closed.

The archetypal frat boy, loathed for decades, was not only back, but celebrated. He was also not confined to UNC. ...

In all of this, one strange piece of the story increasingly hard to ignore is the gender division. Outside America’s few Muslim-majority communities, the country’s most ferocious contingent of Palestinian activists appear to be mostly female. The counter activists, on the other hand, appear to be almost entirely male. And the optics of male celebration in opposition to an activist movement so visibly female, after years of male demonization, is totally surreal.