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My Milo Yiannapolous, Depaul Fiasco Experience, #BlackLivesMatter, and Fighting Back

Angry female BLM protester – “Say that to my face!”  Me – “Get Fucked Bitch!” People are all about the scoop nowadays, but I wanted to give myself some time to reflect on the events of Tuesday, May 24th.  It’s why I’ve written about this slowly, rather then just pumping something out.  In fact, it’s been about two months.   It’s in hindsight that more pieces of the puzzle appear – and so they certainly have. In light of Milo’s recent Twitter ban, this charged confrontation with #BlackLivesMatter, which of course got away with this “protest” like the rest of...

The Chicago Meetup with Mike Cernovich And What I Learned. 2

The Chicago Meetup with Mike Cernovich And What I Learned.

About a week and a half ago, I had the privilege of interacting with Mike Cernovich  from Danger & Play in person at a meetup he held in Chicago.  I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to take the train all the way down to the City – specifically Union Station and then hike my way to the Godfrey Hotel where the meetup was at. (Note I’m at the Fox Lake station which is the start of the line so I literally have to ride all the way to end of the line.) I had never heard of the place...

Public Bathrooms: A bane to mankind. 1

Public Bathrooms: A bane to mankind.

The primary problem with public bathrooms is that the are public. Anyone can use them. Is that a bad thing? Let’s use an extreme example and point to the bathrooms at Union Station in Chicago. In fact, prepare for a rant. You walk in and hit a line. There is ALWAYS a line.  As you wait in that line trying to avoid eye contact with everyone in there who keeps looking you up and down, you notice the walls.  They are covered in stains of who knows what, soaked in that welcoming urine smell, and covered in graffiti that usually...

Occupy Wallstreet Chicago: My experience and analysis. 0

Occupy Wallstreet Chicago: My experience and analysis.

When you have to run to the bathroom in desperation and see a toilet with plastic rim coverings surrounded by stains all around you that look like someone either died, or experienced massive bladder problems and misdirection, you know you are in Union Station.   For many reasons, including time and money never well spent, I hate Chicago. When I finally figured out that not only had I walked the wrong way, I had taken the wrong street, and I wasn’t on Jackson.  After about two hours of walking around and making it look like I had a purpose with my...

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