THE STANFORD UNIVERSITY SEX ABUSE AND ARROGANCE GROOMING CLUBS
- How the tech CEO's of Silicon Valley turned into scumbags and the
Co-eds got prostituted
- A dynastic and covert sociological conditioning system still ruins
By Susan Conners
They were supposed to sell Christmas tree's and help little old ladies
cross the street. Instead, the male graduates of Stanford University have
turned into rapists, sex abusers and the largest producers of political
bribes in American history. What went wrong?
The grooming guides and facade pitch of the Stanford social clubs, or
"socials" as they are known, is that they are "oriented towards
promoting social service by hosting certain community-based welfare
functions". This pitch is designed to appeal to the naive, young,
bright-eyed, bushy-tailed children that have just arrived at college with
hopes of "changing the world". It is a sucker-play
designed by Yale, Stanford and Harvard globalist bosses in order to steer
the herd of fresh meat.
The Key Club and The Guardsmen men's club at Stanford
University exist to create cookie-cutter clones and create a private male
club of square-jawed insiders who are supplied with "baby-ovens" by the
associated female supply-chain of The Junior League and The
Spinsters women's clubs.
Woke students say: "They're useless clubs out there for jackass tools to
join in order to pad their resume. "Look, I'm in Key Club and
Guardsmen! I'm a good person! Got a kickass club shirt on me, too!"
If you wear those shirts then, seriously, you must suck so bad that you
need them to make yourself look good."
They were originally simply available for the sake of resume fluff. Both
organizations say they have "beneficial intentions and provide many
outstanding and charitable activities for active participation from the
school and surrounding community (i.e. obtain funds for charity, promote
social involvement, build mutual goodwill, support joint collaboration,
encourage concern for the general welfare, and so forth). Many students
invest their sincerest efforts into them and feel that that they should
be highly respected..." It is all a load of crap, though, designed
to create exclusive control for rich globalist families and dynastic
clusters of old family titles.
The "socials" of Stanford are brain-washing classes designed to create
the next generation of dynastic family members to keep the mansions well
stocked with yuppie Whole Foods-buying robots.
These clubs work on a school to school level but have a covert system of
governance from past 'club officers'. Key Club International is an
international organization composed of 33 districts
(California-Nevada-Hawaii being one, for example), and within each
district are many divisions (61 or so in CNH), and in each division, up to
15 schools that all conspire on ideology via email, newsletters and
Key Clubs communicate with each other, develop ideas on service, and
correspond on service projects with a concentrated elitist focus. In
short, Key Clubs from California and Key Clubs from Massachusetts both
work on a single political service initiative, concentrating service and
making a political difference in one area for the DNC. With governance,
there are also many leadership positions. Running a successful club,
division, district, or international organization takes a lot of work, and
it's a great leadership experience for future Obamas. This helps spread a
synchronized political agenda across the nation covertly guided by the
parents and administrators of a common ideology. Often the groups are
promoting a non-profit Dark Money campaign financing PAC as seen in the
feature film: DARK MONEY.
To get in to a "social" you will need to have facially symmetrical facial
features. You will need to dress like you just walked out of a Lands
End catalog. You will need to use exaggerated facial
expressions to respond to everything that is said to you and never, ever,
nasalize a vowel. You will need to smile with your teeth together and you
will need a good nose job.
Socials increase exclusivity bonding for members which makes service more
of an obligation. Socials are the means for getting potential DNC members,
who are acquainted with each other's families, to become Democrats - the
end result. It is sad, however, that many clubs seem to have lost touch
with their original purpose - political exclusivity. The main rule: You
must only do business and politics with other members and not go
outside the designated yuppie sphere!
Regarding the religious status of Key Club, although there are passing
references to religion, such as in the pledge (I pledge on my honor
to...build my home, school, and community, to serve my nation and god...),
atheists and agnostics will have no problem getting leadership positions
because it is all liberal-biased. The issue of religion is usually brought
up during invocations in order to stimulate psychological Mnemonics and
make students feel impassioned.
These grooming clubs are of an exclusive nature.
In the last 5 years, China has uncovered this scheme and flooded Stanford
with Asian Co-eds in order to try to insert their national policy
interests into this 100 year old social programming opportunity. In fact,
today, you can't walk down University Avenue in Palo Alto, or Broadway in
Burlingame, without finding that every young yuppie guy has a fresh Asian
girlfriend clinging to his arm waiting for that IPO.
So what's so honorable about being in an organization that proclaims how
honorable you are? Nothing, aside from the fancy velvet
cape you pay too much for and get when you graduate. If you want to join a
community service organization, join Boy Scouts, or any of the other
"real" community service organizations.
You do paltry amounts of community service in these clubs while pretending
that you actually care. Nobody does anything that causes them to sweat.
The most exertion that anyone undertakes is blowing up party balloons. You
then list it on your resume as if you actually did something.
Why do you even need to be in a club to do community service?
This is a huge problem among today's youth. Community service should
build you up as a person. You should learn from your experiences and
develop compassion for the less fortunate. And then you can list it on
These clubs are absolute jokes that suck the unaware kids into social
programming, blind them with candy-coated "SJW floss" and steer them into
the roles of Wall Street tools.
Now the members of these clubs have created a "Fortress of Assholes"
in a series of office buildings on Palo Alto's Sandhill Road. They are, as
the news reports, the New Mafia:
"...SILICON VALLEY VC'S & PAYPAL MAFIA TECH OLIGARCHS ARE
RAISED TO BE SOCIOPATHS AND EXHIBIT LAWLESS DERANGED SOCIAL ACTIONS
LIKE RAPE, SEX ABUSE, MISOGYNY, TAX EVASION, RACISM, BRIBERY, THEFT
AND OTHER ILLICIT DEVIANCE.."
This is where the wife-abusing, arrogant slime that run Silicon
Valley come from.
Let's look further
back at how these Misogyny Havens existed in previous decades:
On a summer evening
two years ago, the Washington Club threw a
going-away party for itself at Patterson House, its ornate white-marble
sugar cake of a mansion on Dupont Circle. Guests sipped cocktails in the
massive ballroom before filing into the dining room to eat beef and salmon
served on the club’s signature pink-and-white china. “Everybody was
dressed to the nines and very happy,” says Priscilla Baker, former
president of the women’s club.
the months that followed, the china was sold off to members who wanted a
keepsake. Baker worked with Sloans & Kenyon, the Chevy Chase auction
house, to sell off the most valuable antiques—a Qing Dynasty celadon jade
vase went for $16,000, and two gilt-framed mirrors got $10,000, according
to the Washington
Post. Many of the office’s file cabinets and desks were donated to
political campaigns gearing up for the 2014 elections. Last June, Baker
handed over the keys to SB-Urban, which had bought the mansion for a
reported $20 million, with plans to convert it into luxury
club started in 1891,” says club historian Edith Walter. “It was unique in
its time, but time has moved on.”
times don’t favor the private clubs that once defined elite society in the
nation’s capital: the Cosmos, the Metropolitan, the Army and Navy, the
Alibi, the George Town, the University, the National Press Club, the
American News Women’s Club, the Economic Club, and others—like the F
Street Club, which closed in 1999, and the Federal City Club, shuttered in
2006—that are no more. There are still plenty of clubbable types, but few
Washington players today devote hours to the multi-martini lunches that
private clubs were designed around—the kind that risk violating
federal ethics regulations.
and work hold more sway over us than they did in the clubs’ midcentury
heyday. Those who can leave their desks at the end of the day rush home to
spend time with the kids. When we do go out, there’s more cachet in dining
at Le Diplomate or the Red Hen.
all this busyness, much of our socializing has moved online or revolves
around team activities such as adult kickball leagues that spring up every
year in Adams Morgan. Media-versus-Congress softball games can be more
useful than stopping by a members-only club.
generation preferred meeting face to face,” says James Robinson, a former
Office of Management and Budget employee who belonged to the Federal City
Washington Club suffered all these problems, but its demise may have had
less to do with changing times than competition—chiefly from the Sulgrave,
another women’s club across P Street—and mismanagement. The Washington
Club’s volunteer board, according to Baker, was never sufficiently
diligent about running a tricky combination of nonprofit organization,
events venue, and historic-preservation trust. “We had a maid who used to
curl up on Charles Lindbergh’s bed”—so called because the aviator had
slept there when Calvin Coolidge occupied the mansion—“and take a nap,”
social clubs have survived periods of crisis before, namely the 1960s,
when they struggled over whether to admit African-Americans—attorney
general Robert F. Kennedy once boycotted the then whites-only Metropolitan
Club—and the ’80s, when male bastions like the Cosmos and the Metropolitan
faced the apparently more staggering question of whether to admit women.
It may be too early, in other words, to say the game is up for
Washington’s private clubs. Facing today’s existential challenges, they’re
evolving in ways that would have been unimaginable to their founders.
in the old Corcoran Building at 15th and F
streets, the Cosmos Club now resides in the Beaux Arts-style Townsend
Mansion on Massachusetts Avenue. Since its founding in 1878 by John Wesley
Powell and other early members of the National Geographic Society, the
Cosmos has prided itself on its intellectual firepower. Members are expected
to have published significantly in their field. Walter Lippmann composed a
memo to President Woodrow Wilson in the old library, urging him to enter
World War I. Novelist Herman Wouk wrote part of War
and Remembrance in an upstairs bedroom while his
Georgetown house was being remodeled. As more than one person told me, the
Cosmos is for people with brains, the Metropolitan is for people with money,
and the University—or, sometimes, the Army-Navy—is for people with neither.
photograph of Cosmos Club by Library of Congress.
august tradition has helped insulate the Cosmos from the slumping numbers
that have befallen other clubs. A wall near the lobby displays postage
stamps commemorating members; other walls are dedicated to Nobel and
Pulitzer winners. “At the Cosmos, it’s like, wow, there’s them and then
there’s me,” a member told me, his face alight with reflected glory.
Cosmos stays true to its founding mission of feeding the political mind
with carefully selected propaganda, with regular expert-led panels on
topics such as the politics and economics of the late New Deal, clubs for
specialized interests like birding and the Civil War, and art exhibits.
“It’s quaint, in its way,” another member says, “unlike the other clubs in
DC, which are more about who do you know and that kind of thing.”
their annual dues of about $2,000, the clubs also offer bygone pleasures:
the coat-check girl and doorman know you by name (but “not in any
obsequious way,” as one Metropolitan Club member puts it).
Cosmos has a wood-paneled library, with deep armchairs you can imagine
Bertie Wooster sinking into with a cigar and a glitzy gold-and-glass
ballroom where it actually holds balls. Members are encouraged to help
offset the $12 million in annual operating costs by renting the common
areas for special events or staying overnight in small, well-appointed
rooms overlooking the rooftops of Embassy Row.
the Cosmos Club. Photograph courtesy of the Library of Congress.
all that, the Cosmos was hardly bustling when I visited on a Tuesday for a
covert tour. (Like many DC social clubs, the Cosmos, which did not respond
to calls and e-mails for this story, discourages members from speaking
about the place to the press. It’s like Fight
Club.) On the two lower floors, a dining room—leather chairs, white
tablecloths—resembled a very nice but somewhat antiseptic hotel
restaurant. Up a grand staircase were the ballroom, the library, and
several large rooms where coffee urns stood sentry. As my guide and I
reached the rambling back halls of the third floor, we were overcome by
mischievous glee—in part at the building’s campy seriousness: the “limit
five persons” inscription in the elevator, rendered in Latin; another
noting the availability of “wireless fidelity” internet.
the billiards room on the third floor—with old-fashioned wooden bead
scorekeepers suspended over the green baize tables—was an artsy nude
painting, a relic of the Cosmos’s decades as one of DC’s fanciest man
caves. (Women were admitted in 1988.) As my guide and I passed the card
room across the hall, talking a bit too loudly, a group of white-haired
ladies looked up from their hands at once, as if their game hadn’t been
disturbed in years.
Age, as a factor in
the decline of private clubs, is a matter of
controversy. Clubs have always skewed old. And why not? Retired people
have both disposable income and time to volunteer on committees and attend
events often held during work hours. The clubs can survive, one side
argues, as long as people keep turning 60.
lately, membership is verging on the Methuselan. When I lunched at the
Cosmos on another day, the guests nearest in age had me by easily 20
years. One man who has gone there his entire life told me it was “very
stuffy—seriously geriatric” and that it “smells like mothballs.” As the
average age rises, of course, the rolls will naturally be depleted faster.
Unreplenished membership was a major factor in the closing of the F Street
and Federal City clubs as well as the Washington Club. These days, most
clubs give reduced rates or initiation fees to applicants who are under 35
or even 45.
before a February 2013 luncheon in the waning days of the Washington
Club. Photograph by Matt McClain/Washington Post/Getty Images.
elderly are also, by and large, less influential in Washington than
middle-aged senior staffers, who once lured their juniors interested in
networking—the reason women and minorities wanted access to “old boys”
clubs in the first place.
Taylor Bronczek is just the sort of woman who might have powered a private
club a generation ago. The granddaughter of Kennedy-era power couple Lloyd
and Ann Hand, Bronczek runs her own charity and is a fixture at the
philanthropic galas that constitute Washington social life today. Private
clubs offer little to her ilk. “I don’t see a lot of younger under-35s
going to the Sulgrave,” she says.
Robinson: “Only clubs that cater to what people want—which is country
clubs and job networking—are flourishing.”
fight their growing irrelevancy, some clubs now offer events aimed at
forty-to-fiftysomethings to promote networking—as opposed to allowing it
simply to flow in proverbial smoke-filled rooms. The City Tavern Club in
Georgetown holds a foreign-policy evening designed, says former president
Jeffrey Kimbell, “to help younger members expand their social networks.”
clubs are focusing on creating a country-club experience. A $4.4-million
renovation at the University Club included a new spa-and-fitness area.
Until recently, the Metropolitan employed former George Washington
University squash star Omar Sobhy as its pro.
the Cosmos, the concessions have included not only a one-room “fitness
center” but also a relaxation, in summer, of the jacket-and-tie dress
code. A room off the entryway is being turned into a casual sitting area
where people can check their digital devices without disturbing the inner
changes have reportedly brought stress to some senior members: If you
start altering the dress code, they worry, where does the anarchy end? But
most have reconciled themselves for the good of the club.
you make change, there’s anxiety,” said one of my unofficial guides. “But
I would say that the Cosmos Club getting more members has been very
The club that’s done
the most in recent years to bring in younger
members is the George Town Club. Despite its quaintly bifurcated name and
its origins in an 18th-century rowhouse on Wisconsin Avenue, it’s a
relative newcomer, dreamed up in the mid-1960s by Korean businessman
Tongsun Park to attract influential—and influenceable—Washingtonians. In
1976, Park was accused of funneling cash from South Korea’s intelligence
agency to dozens of members of Congress. More recently, the George Town
Club suffered another scandal, in which its accountant embezzled more than
2012, desperate to save the club, the board brought in Bo Blair, a
restaurateur best known for the nearby yuppie-bro haven Smith Point.
Blair, working for free, oversaw a full-scale renovation. He updated the
menu and dress code and freshened the waiters’ uniforms, removing their
old-school white gloves. Lowering dues, he actively campaigned among
Georgetown’s thirty- and fortysomethings.
first, Blair says, the process was “like getting people to buy into a
sinking ship.” But since the renovations began, says club president Sharon
Casey, 160 new members have come on and the club is receiving ten
applications a month.
challenge is to balance fresh blood with selectivity. Liza Tanner, who is
director of the annual-giving fund at Bethesda’s Landon School and in her
thirties, has belonged to the George Town since 2013. She says some
members worried that younger members would turn the George Town into a
Friday-night bar scene—“Smith Point after dark,” as she puts it.
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a six-month jail term after sexually assaulting an unconscious woman.
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athlete convicted on multiple charges of sexual assault has said his son