Uh, senpai noticed me? Ew.
I knew somehow, somewhere, he would just come right out with it and state that a crime in which sex is the weapon is not a crime if performed against "the town bicycle," i.e. a woman who is known to desire a lot of sex that she chose to have, with partners she likewise chose. I knew someday he was going to actually say that, with the full force of his soggy knees behind it. I just didn't think it would be in response to one of my posts. BRB, taking six showers.
Notice also that he doesn't address the disgustingness of the warning to Jonichu's blonde friend that she will probably be raped because she is a "fresh clam buffet." The not-a-RA is happy to state this because she just doesn't care. Because despite the real-life puking woman having friends who helped her when she was alcohol-poisoned, women in Jon's brain just don't give two shits about each other. (Like the "Delilah" character's initial reaction to the woman in adult-baby state: not her problem.)
Damning evidence the third: "Safe spaces" like the one he describes are generally trotted out only during final exams, and, wait for it, not all colleges and universities do this. If you can cheaply and safely destress a student by providing them crayons and playdough, and perhaps a little soft music of which Sweet Bro thoroughly disapproves, then this is a win for everybody. The student doesn't freak out and fail to go to their exams, so the money their scholarship or parents just poured into their education isn't wasted, and except for graduating seniors -- who then happily lend their faces and stories to the alumni magazine and/or university website as shining examples of what XYZ University can do for you -- the student is kept around for another semester as a paying (in whatever direct or indirect manner) customer of the university. Everybody wins, all for the price of a box of crayons.
Notice what Sweet calls his alternative to all this: MANLY. Yup. It's not like we needed one more piece of evidence that Sweet doesn't consider women to be actual students, instead believing that any woman who turns up on a college campus is there for the sexual convenience of Manboobs Guy (I can't believe he expects us to know the guy's name, which he never mentioned, but that's what autismal lack of theory of mind will do for you), and on the troll-a-phone, himself. And according to the not-a-RA character, women should know this and it's their own fault if they don't. Now I want to do some puking.
Basically, nothing in that textwall (he certainly loves the sound of his own voice, which is probably a good thing because nobody else does) changes my assertion at the end of my post, which Sweety Bird was kind enough to quote in its entirety: "That doesn't say anything terribly good about this author." Take, please, his damning admission that his real-life dog habitually barked at black people. It couldn't have been that the owner was subtly or overtly sending signals to the dog that he himself considered People Like That to be dangerous. Nope, dogs are totally known for just evolving prejudices against single ethnic groups out of nowhere. (Sweets: This is called sarcasm. I mean the opposite of what I say in that last sentence.)
I mean, I guess it's great that he just keeps talking, because he keeps revealing more horrifying shit about his mindset and life? But I think we already knew he was wrecked up from the neck up. I'm not sure I was ready for the abyss to not only stare back at me, but provide a lengthy CV of its own worst qualities.