Sam, thanks for sharing that with us, and I understand where you're coming from.
However, you were in a fraternity, which in itself is a social structure essentially "allowed" to students by the college. If colleges deprive students of fraternities and sororities, the college only hurts itself in the long run.
Yeah Roosh might one day get shut down, but there are options.
Let me share a story with you guys.
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Back in college, hell, I'm hesitant to even call it that. I was pursuing a music major at a community college but couldn't pass any of my required GE classes because I had zero interest in them. I'd show up to my music classes and that's it. Now, this amounts to about 20 hours a week. I don't even think I had a job at the time.
In my off time I'd get together with my high school friends and skate, play guitar, and at night do this thing called "Rampaging". Our version of Jackass before it really existed.
Our destruction for the evening consisted of us going to all the Salvation Army drop off points and picking up whatever we could; TVs, vacuum cleaners, huge glass panels from coffee tables. We'd sneak into the 11th floor of the Holiday Inn and chuck whatever we had on the street below, only to happily watch it smash to smithereens. We usually cleaned up after ourselves. Eventually the Holiday Inn hired a security team to prevent us but we still found out ways of sneaking into the building. For a while our specialty was bowling balls off the 11th floor (we wanted to see what was inside), until the owner of the alley and 3 of his brick shithouse friends came after us. We were scrawny dudes. We started timing ourselves and made a sport of it. We did a few stupid fuckhead things like put shit on train tracks that we shouldn't have, but fuck it we were pissed off, bored 19 year olds.
We'd go to Marilyn Manson and goth concerts (we hated goths) and take a huge shit in a 7-11 big gulp and leave it in front of the exit so when the concert was over all these goths in their steel toed Doc Martens would pile out, knock over the cup, smear shit everywhere, and be trying to scrape shit off their shoes. We'd be across the street filming it and doubled over with laughter.
And then hallucinogens happened. Things got weird at the apartment, bunch of Pink Floyd posters going up, I'd come home from a deli job and several of my friends would be in their underwear, pupils dilated to hell from taking Salvia or bad mushrooms or cactus. I'd wake up on the couch in the middle of the night and see the front door wide open with two of my buddies passed out drunk halfway in the door.
Years later, one of our mutual friends went to that apartment, and walked right in. (We never locked the door. It was a 2 bedroom apartment but there were never fewer than 4 guys there at any given time) He didn't know the apartment had moved, and instead of a skater/drug den with posters, beer stained carpet, and NES games laying around, it was a Japanese family quietly eating their dinner. He was traumatized.
My point of this stupid story is that, if there was ever a group of guys that should have been jailed, put away for life, for assault, endangerment, destruction of property, vandalism, drug dealing, possession, pretty much everything short of murder, it was us. We were convinced several times over that the local FBI office must have a manila folder on us the size of a webster's dictionary.
We made it, almost all of us. Several of these guys are teachers now. Those leftists might be good at shutting down establishments, but give them a band of fucking wild guys and they won't know what the fuck to do with them.
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