Ronnie Gets His!
Ronnie Brown was one of those college guys who always wanted to get the last word in. The young man would without fail become loud when he started losing his arguments, if only to drown out his opponent's voices. He also resorted to calling names when somebody boxed him in, or when somebody tried to force him to produce any real research into the subjects he pretended to have a Master's Degree in. Of course, our dear Ronnie had no degree at all; that's why he was in college and majoring in Gender Studies.
Ronnie had it in for one of his professors, too. This was Professor Rudy, who would sometimes bring up government complicity in major news stories. False Flags, the Prof called them. Of course, there were no such things as False Flags, because Ronnie was a man of the world and knew better. The mainstream news backed him up; anyone who questioned the official narrative was obviously a nut and a conspiracy theorist. Because Ronnie hated that anyone in class would even entertain such fallacies, he would heckle his professor whenever he brought one of those subjects up.
"Oh, stop with your bullshit!" Ronnie called out, as his instructor stood by the chalkboard and wrote down the temperatures at which jet fuel burns. This was the professor's attempt at swaying the class over to the viewpoint that 9/11 was a fabricated event. "Everybody knows that planes hit those buildings!"
"What about building seven?" The Prof returned.
"A plane hit it, of course."
"No, Ronnie-boy, a plane did not hit building seven. The planes hit the twin towers. Building seven was over a football field away and started burning by magic."
"Then fires brought it down."
"Are you so sure about that, Ronnie? This is a game the media is playing with us. It is a deadly serious game because it shifts public opinion one way or another. If you feel so strongly about your claim, then refute it with evidence we can all verify. Just saying what the news told you won't cut it here. If you cannot prove your side, then you lose."
"I don't need to prove my side, because everybody knows what happened that day."
"Just like CNN said it did?"
"That's right."
"I'm not here to try to convince you of anything, Ronnie-boy. What I'm doing here is introducing an alternative viewpoint. My evidence comes from twenty-two hundred architects and engineers from all over the world, all of whom are much smarter than you are, Ronnie. If you disagree with that, find twenty-two hundred professionals presenting an opposing point of view."
"I don't need to do that." Ronnie refused.
"Then go play in your little sandbox, and leave the conversation to the adults in the room."
This caused some of the students around Ronnie to chuckle. It burned him enough that he got twice as vocal while the professor continued his lecture.
"Enough, Ronnie." The Prof said, some ten minutes later. "You're becoming a nuisance to the rest of us. Will you stay after class for a few minutes so I can discuss the matter with you in private."
That's right, Ronnie thought. The Prof couldn't take any more ribbing, and so he was going to plead with Ronnie to stop with the venom. Smugly, the young man thought, yeah, I'll stay. I want to see the professor squirm.
Once class was over, Ronnie watched the rest of the students filter out, while the professor sorted through his various papers and folders.
"Do go over and lock the door, Ronnie-boy." The Prof requested, once the room was empty. "I'd rather not have anyone accidentally coming in while we have our little talk."
Ronnie grinned. The professor was squirming already. He just didn't want anyone to see how badly Ronnie was about to embarrass him. The young man went and locked the door. After that he went over to stand beside the professor's desk. "So what do you want to talk about?"
"9/11 was an inside job, Ronnie."
"Oh, bullshit. You haven't proven anything! I've got the facts on my side, and all you've got is bullshit!"
"Is that so?"
"That's right."
"Show me your facts. I've already shown you mine."
"I don't need to show you anything."
"Show me, Ronnie-boy." The Prof repeated.
It had been some time since the professor had started calling him that. At times, the Prof called him son or kid as well. The older man did this with other students too, when he was trying to get a rise out of them, but mostly he did it with Ronnie. The strange thing was that Ronnie had never brought this up in public; he'd never told the Prof to stop referring to him that way. Now, the way the professor said it sounded... he didn't know how to explain it. The Prof's voice was low, and maybe, ugh, seductive.
"You know what I see?" The Prof asked, his voice, thankfully, back at its normal pitch. "I see a young man desperately trying to be an alpha male, when clearly he is not."
"I am an alpha male."
"You can say it all day, if it will make you feel good about yourself." Rudy replied. "I happen to know a little bit about psychology and how distraught people project their inner emotions on outer targets. You jump on my back every time I bring up subjects you don't want to talk about. You call me names, you ridicule my findings, you ignore my evidence..."
Here it comes, Ronnie thought. The Prof was about to beg for Ronnie to stop making fun of him in class, because he couldn't take it. Ronnie smirked, because he knew he'd finally gotten on the professor's nerves. That's what he'd been after all along.
