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When was the moment of crushing reality?

That's easy. The first time I was in a crowd of sensitive, idealistic, skinny, nerdy dreamer kids and we got baton charged by the pig pack who get paid to work out and drill every week as the praetorian guard.

I watched all the kids panic in the bloc, saw the sadistic delight in the eyes of the enemy and sobered right the fuck up, forever.

Somebody recently referred to it as "radicalization by baton". After that, I could never unsee how woefully unprepared.

And just think! That's when they're playing nice for PR purposes and not just straight up shooting you, like they want to.