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Fired for Speech?

Fired for Speech?

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 Strummin' Through the Ashes of Free Speech The college town of Crestview, Oregon, was a tinderbox in October 2025, its streets a circus of protest signs and kombucha-stained hoodies, the air thick with rage and Wi-Fi. Papa, a grizzled drifter with a face like a sun-baked saddle and eyes sharp as a hawk's talon, leaned against a graffiti-smeared lamppost, his busted six-string guitar slung across his back, its strings twanging like a bar fight in a junkyard. He wasn't a scholar—his voice was a gravelly snarl, forged in truck stops and fistfights—but tonight, he was Papa of 4 Da Boys, spinning a tale for his imagined sons about a woke mob spewin' fire, caught on a camera phone, and burned by their own words. They'd cry "cancel culture," but schools and bosses would clap back: free speech ain't a shield from the mess you make. The Right's been dodgin' this axe for half a decade; now the Left's reapin' what they sowed. Papa's guitar wailed, a jagged chord like a pie splatterin' a protester's face, as he watched the chaos unfold in Crestview's quad, a lesson in consequences sharper than a switchblade. Segment 1: The Demonstration – A Verbal Molotov Cocktail The sun dipped low over Crestview College's quad, where a mob of 60 students and local activists gathered, their signs blazin' like torches: "Smash Capitalism!" "Death to Fascists!" And "Kirk had it. Comin'" The spark? A conservative professor, Dr. Ellis, had dared lecture on "Charlie Kirk, God and Capitalism" in an economics class, triggerin' a meltdown among the woke brigade. Leading the charge was Max, a 23-year-old gender studies major with green hair and a megaphone that screeched like a cat in a blender. "Ellis is a fascist pig! And Kirk chowed down on Lead!" Max hollered, his voice crackin' like cheap glass. "String Ellis up next!, burn his books!" His sidekick, Jade, a barista with a septum piercing and a TikTok obsession, piled on. "Torch his office, let's cleanse this campus!" she screamed, her fist pumpin' like a piston. The crowd roared, chantin' "No justice, no peace—guillotine the elite! Martyr the Martyrs!" and "Eat the rich! Let's get Kirk some company in Hell" Their words were verbal Molotovs, each syllable uglier than the last, spittle flyin' like confetti in a riot. At the quad's edge, a quiet sophomore, Sarah, held her iPhone 14, recordin' the madness, her thumb twitchin' over "upload" like a gunslinger's trigger. Papa strummed a chord, a sour twang like a firecracker in a porta-potty. "These kids thought they were Che Guevara, boys," he cackled, "but they were just tossin' gasoline on their own futures. Free speech? Sure. But consequences? Comin' faster than a hangover." Segment 2: The Video Ignites the Internet Sarah, sick of Max's crew doxxin' her for likin' a pro-2A X post, hit "upload" at midnight. Titled "Crestview Woke Meltdown," the video exploded online, rackin' up 3 million views by dawn. Max's "string him up," anti-Kirk rhetoric, and Jade's "torch his office" lines looped like a bad remix, their faces clear as a mugshot. Comments lit up: "These clowns need a job!" "Expel 'em!" "Abettin' the Assasin!" And "Have some Decency!" The Left cried "misrepresented!" but the internet was a unanimous jury, and the verdict was brutal. By noon, Crestview's admin was swamped with angry emails from donors. Max, a TA at the college, got a termination notice from HR: "Conduct unbecoming." Jade, slingin' lattes at Brewed Awakening, was fired by 2 p.m., her boss tweetin': "Threats don't brew coffee." Crestview suspended Max, Jade, and 12 others, pendin' expulsion, citin' "threatening behavior" in the student code. Scholarships? Gone. Futures? Teeterin' like a drunk on a tightrope. Papa's guitar wailed, a riff like a clown car crashin' into a dumpster. "They thought they were untouchable, boys," he hooted, "but one iPhone turned their revolution into a roast. You wanna dance with fire? Don't cry when you get burned." Segment 3: The Cry of "Cancel Culture" Max and Jade hit X, wailin' like cats in a rainstorm. "Cancel culture at its worst!" Max posted, claimin' his "string him up" was "just hyperbole." Jade screeched, "We're silenced for speakin' truth!" Their crew rallied, callin' it a "fascist purge," but the public wasn't buyin'. Alumni yanked fundin', parents pulled applications, and Crestview's board doubled down: "Free speech doesn't mean free rides." Brewed Awakening's owner tweeted: "You got rights to yell. We got rights to fire. Oregon's at-will, deal with it." For half a decade, the Right had faced the same guillotine—canceled speakers, fired pundits, deplatformed voices like Charlie Kirk. Now the Left was tastin' their own medicine, their "accountability culture" turnin' on 'em like a rabid dog. Online consensus, "Left's reapin' what they sowed!" Papa strummed, a chord like a balloon animal poppin'. "They loved the axe till it swung their way, boys," he laughed, dark as a grave...
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