In conclusion, there are at least two levels of brutality (in the getbiggerian sense of a thing's 'being brutal') surrounding this bizarre cult: one, people will pay hundreds of dollars to roll around in NYC's playgrounds, to stomp on endangered turtles in its parks, to waddle through its public fountains, all with the pretense of being at least a little like America's real warriors — this silliness wrapped in the cloak of empty patriotism as a means of legitimation — and two, some of these people will subsequently produce hundreds of prideful posts on anonymous message boards (about all manner of personal details, apparently, including their third tier toilet diploma mill JD's) and then angrily demand personal details and half-naked pics of anyone who dares point out (and laugh at) the first-order brutality of the cult.
oh brother