Chapter 4, page 47:
I spent much of my spare time with my fraternity brothers; they became life-long friends. One now works with me in the Governor's office, others have been business partners, and many are helping in my presidential campaign. Our DKE parties were known as some of the best on campus; we would hire bands and host big dances. My senior year I joined Skull and Bones, a secret society, so secret I can't say anything more. It was a chance to make fourteen new friends.

I loved sports. Baseball is my favorite, but my talent never matched my enthusiasm; I was a mediocre pitcher on the Yale freshman team. In my junior year, I was introduced to rugby, and I worked my way onto the first team for my senior year. Rugby is a great game, a game of speed and hard knocks with a tradition of postgame camaraderie.

When I wasn't playing, I was an enthusiastic and spirited supporter of Yale's teams. I vividly remember our elation when the fighting Yale Bulldogs, led by Calvin Hall and Brian Dowling, upset Princeton to win the Ivy League football championship in my senior year. We charged onto the field to take the goal post. Unfortunately, I was sitting on the crossbar when campus security arrived. The police were not nearly as impressed with our victory as we were. We were escorted off the field and told to leave town. I have not been back since. In another not-so-proud moment that I later described as the infamous "Christmas wreath caper," some friends and I decided to liberate a Christmas wreath from a local hotel to dress up the DKE house for an upcoming party. We were apprehended for disorderly conduct; we apologized and the charges were dropped.
That is basically the whole page. Page 47 of Privilege and Balls and More Fucking Privilege.

I know guys like this. They are terrible. And they are so mystified that anyone could think they are terrible when they're living the exact life that the kyriarchy tells them they should be living to be successful and adored.

[From George Bush's A Charge to Keep, gifted to me by Deeky, because he hates me. In the US, all people who plan to run for president write a shitty book. (Some are less shitty than others, by which I mean the Democrats' books.) A Charge to Keep was George W. Bush's shitty I-wanna-be-president book, published in 1999. I am blogging one random quote per page every day until I have either made my way through the book or lost it behind a couch.]

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