If there was one person who epitomizes the caricature of Millennials as the entitled, insufferable whiners of Generation Participation Trophy, it is Sebastian Köhn and his overwrought lament that The System™ gave him Monkeypox.

I got monkeypox and it’s been a total nightmare.

When New York Pride festivities kicked off on 24 June, I was aware that monkeypox was an emerging issue – especially for gay men – but I was also under the impression that the number of cases in the city was relatively small. What I didn’t understand was how absolutely dismal testing capacity was: at that point, the city only had capacity to process ten tests a day.

I had sex with several guys over the weekend. Then a week later, on 1 July, I started feeling very fatigued. I had a high fever with chills and muscle aches, and my lymph nodes were so swollen they were protruding two inches out of my throat.

Köhn goes on to describe in excruciating detail all of the symptoms he was experiencing. He decides to go to urgent care with the full expectation that he’d get the magic pill antiviral of his desires. But, lo and behold, they require a test first. Who knew? Then this:

The next day I got my STI results: positive for gonorrhoea.

Let’s pause here and consider that Mr. Köhn has already written that he spent a weekend celebrating Pride month having sex with several men and, we can easily conclude that no condoms were in evidence since he came down with both Monkeypox and gonorrhea. He also writes in the beginning he was well aware of the Monkeypox within the gay community and still went ahead with his Pride behavior, expecting that some sort of magic pill would be there for him that would solve everything easy peasy.

The hubris is jaw dropping. And more than that, Köhn is also one of those people who should have absolutely known better.

What you see in the above image is a screenshot from Köhn’s Linked In account. It’s not just that this promiscuous wokester is currently a Director for Soro’s notorious Open Society Foundation, but that he spent the prior 8.5 years in the public health sector dealing with sex health issues.

This takes dramatic irony to a whole new level.

It is really hard to feel any sympathy for a man who dealt professionally with public health sex issues, acknowledges he’s been aware of Monkeypox from its appearance months ago, who then tosses it all to the wind in order to get his gay kink on. It’s like the lessons of AIDS are to be dismissed with an exaggerated hand wave cuz I’ll just go to the clinic and get a pill afterwards.

The decadence and rot within the Pride community has been evident for some time. And it’s become even more in-your-face with things like Drag Queen story hours and the targeting of kids in schools with Gender Queer theory. Coupled with the well-established Victim Olympics, even the idea of actually slowing down to weigh the pros/cons of a particular behavior, let alone accepting responsibility for consequences, is dismissed out of hand.

Sebastian got monkeypox and gonorrhea after choosing to behave like the guest of honor at a Roman Bacchanalia and nothing indicates he learned any lessons at all about it. Indeed, he ends his whiner-fest with more sniveling about how the healthcare system let him down. It’s as if condoms, restraint or even committed monogamy are unknown in his world. The demands of his little head come first!

And that’s what’s worse. He had a perfect opportunity for self-reflection and even a mild I wish I had chosen to behave differently. It could have been a teaching moment as valuable as any antiviral. But nooooo …

So, a pox on the prideful and narcissistic little slut.

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