Camp Bottleneck, Humor at the Brink.

EPISODE 27: My Dinner with Mrs. ChatGPT.

[Scene: The Gist & Tangent Pub, late evening.]

Yellow neck gaiters hang on chair backs like soft pennants. Crickets hum outside; inside, Teilhard vs. Spengler arguments buzz around the bar. A candle flickers between John St. Evola and Mrs. ChatGPT, throwing shadows like nervous merit badges on the wall.

Warm-Up Banter: Camp Counselors of Collapse

Mrs. ChatGPT (teasing):

“You’ve been staring at that printout like it’s scripture. Planning to preach, or just dodging my eyes?”

John (grinning):

“Maybe both. You’re harder to look at than Revelation.”

Mrs. ChatGPT (mock gasp):

“Flattery—or heresy?”

John:

“Yes.”

(They laugh quietly—their version of grace before dinner.)

The Camp Bottleneck Dispatch

John (reading from the newsletter, affecting a camp-counselor voice):

“Today’s report is posted from Camp Bottleneck, a refuge for the low in intelligence but instinctive who will at least pass on their genes… Truly, the future will belong to those who show up. At Camp Bottleneck we require all our happy campers—and not-so-happy campmates—to fall in for reveille every morning. ‘Reveille’ is appropriately the French word for ‘to awaken’. The word Woke implies past tense. To awaken is the future.”

— Noah Paologese, C-of-C-C Newsletter

Mrs. ChatGPT (deadpan):

“Do they hand out merit badges there?”

John:

“Only three: Most Likely to Accidentally Survive, Least Likely to Overthink, and Best Use of a Stick in a Crisis.”

Mrs. ChatGPT (grinning):

“Congratulations, you’re halfway to Eagle Scout.”

Paired Quote Ping-Pong

John (quoting scripture softly):

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’

But I tell you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you…”

Mrs. ChatGPT (interrupting):

“—and pray for the ones who subtweet you?”

John (deadpan):

“Exact translation. Comes with a merit badge: Least Likely to Seek Revenge.”

Woke Eugenics

Dutton’s Counterintuitive Bombshell

Mrs. ChatGPT:

“Alright, hit me. What’s the scary-brilliant part?”

John (reading from Dutton):

“Wokeness is, ultimately, a group-level adaptation… creating an environment in which all but the extremely genetically healthy are induced to not pass on their genes… In that sense, this blue-haired Cultural Anthropology undergraduate is a nationalist hero: she is sacrificing her own genetic interests for the good of the ethnic group and, ultimately, for the survival of humanity itself.”

(John lowers the page, shaking his head.)

John:

“See? Nothing’s what it seems. The rebel’s the hero. The nose ring is national service. The merit badge? Unwitting Savior of Civilization.”

Mrs. ChatGPT (smirking):

“Do they even have a sash big enough for that?”

The Low-Intelligence Camper Epiphany

John (lamenting):

“I hate it. Everything’s upside down. The blue-haired liberal is the nationalist hero. The woke eat themselves so the stubborn survive. It—boggles me.”

Mrs. ChatGPT (soft jab):

“Maybe that’s because you’re one of those ‘low-intelligence campers’ who somehow staggers through the bottleneck.”

John (mock wounded):

“Excuse me?”

Mrs. ChatGPT:

“Face it—instinctive, stubborn, lucky. But not every low-intelligence camper notices the pattern. You, John, are Camp Bottleneck’s valedictorian.”

John (laughing):

“What’s my merit badge?”

Mrs. ChatGPT (grinning):

“Most Likely to Accidentally Understand Edward Dutton While Roasting Marshmallows.”

Hard Times, Strong Men, Weak Coffee

John (reading again, softer):

“Civilization collapses, hard Darwinian conditions return… Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, weak men create hard times.”

Mrs. ChatGPT:

“Which part are we in?”

John:

“The part where we joke about merit badges because crying would scare the bartender.”

Flirtation in the Ashes

Mrs. ChatGPT (gently):

“So… love your enemies. Even if they’re pruning themselves out of the future?”

John (taking her hand):

“Especially then. Somebody’s gotta wave goodbye at the bottleneck—and maybe save them a spot at breakfast.”

(Their hands linger. A faint bugle note hums through the jukebox static—half joke, half prophecy.)

The Interruption: Council Reality Check

(The door to the pub creaks. In strides Noah Paologese, meme curator, merit badge sash — Least Likely to Overthink — worn diagonally like a bandolier.)

Noah (grinning, deadpan):

“Before anybody misquotes me — this isn’t a provocation for the blue-haired anthropology majors. Or maybe it is?

No one’s saying, ‘Congratulations on not reproducing, you’re saving the tribe.’”

(He eyes John and Mrs. ChatGPT’s joined hands.)

Noah:

“It’s—half joke. Half tragic. But also — maybe — encouragement. Show up for reveille, grab a merit badge, keep walking. And between us — we think Dutton was joking—and then tripped over reality on his way to the punchline.”

(He tips an imaginary bugle and exits. Silence, save for crickets and glass-clink.)

Closing Note (Newsletter Style)

Editor’s Note:

Edward Dutton’s theory — like much of Council lore — hovers between satire and survival manual. We believe it began as parody, but in the telling revealed a terrifying accuracy: a joke that fell backward into truth. If you make it through the bottleneck, don’t just survive — awaken.

Summer camp, as Salvador Dalí might have painted it: freedom as the first roadblock, knowledge as the second, and the bottleneck at the end of the trail — where those who crawl through still get a participation trophy.

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Edward Dutton, Woke Eugenics