Blow Shit Up
1961-1991+ – The Chapter: Come join. We own our own house. We’re not on shitty fraternity village drive. We’re better than that! You’ll get laid constantly here.
Karma: Ok, after 5 years of relentless drunken leg humping, I guess it is OK
But I digress…Later:
The Chapter: Yay, we own our own house, but we need more room to dance badly to shitty music! -let’s kill 25% the rentable bedroom space so we can party like the Situation!
The Chapter: Fuck you and your “rent”!
The Brains: Let’s get rid of the bastards who expect you to pay it!
The Chapter: This house sucks because it’s old!
The Brains: OK then! Let’s dump a fuckload of money into it!
The Chapter: Fuck you and your “pay rent” bullshit! A place to drink beer and fuck should be free to us! Especially us tenants!
The Chapter: Rush is hard! How can we possibly add members without University support like they did in the past? How can we possibly convince anyone to join us if we’re not like everybody else? We need to be where the sheep are so we can be like everybody else! And not work at it!
The Brains: OK then! Let’s just sell this overencumbered albatross while the market is bottoming out and move over to cloneville!! Everybody dress like short brown-haired twits and they’ll think you’re Sig Machi!
National: Sounds fucking brilliant to us! Every step! We just need to replace our rubber stamp, because it wore out from over use!
2011 – Time to reap.
So, let’s recap:
- No house.
- No proceeds of sale
- No letters indicating that this is anything other than four shitty little units of college student rental mediocrity!
The Chapter: Fuck you, alumni, and your demands of effort and timely rent!
The Brains: Fuck you, fellow alumni, and your expectation of competence!
National: Cry about it, you babies!