It began with the demonetization of his YouTube channel and a few mean tweets. His revenues were still strong especially from the mug club. Conservatives loved his content and he loved their money. But the Carlos Maza drama was just the beginning of the slow deterioration of his mind. It did have an impact on Steven Crowder's psyche though he would never admit it in public. But that was nothing against the next shitstorm that would face him very soon.

An old meme surfaced again. "Debate Sam Seder" was everywhere, when Politicon leaked a mail that showed him, Steven Crowder, first crying and begging not to debate Sam Seder, then totally ghosting Politicon's requests. With Seder being a jewish intellectual it was pretty obvious that he had zero chance. In fact he was sure that in a fair debate format Seder would totally disgrace him to a degree that his reputation as the destroyer of college campus students would never recover. Because he didn't have any other skills to find a decent job, this would cost him everything: his beloved house and his new car - and he would rather die than being dependant on welfare or his wife.

But the soy-fueled "Debate Sam Seder"-movement grew stronger with each time he dodged a debate. The riducule didn't even stop when he was sleeping. You are not courageous enough to face a middle aged jew who likes facts and figures. You are a coward. The voices in his head were restless. Conservatives turned against him. They insulted him. You fag. You self-loathing homo. Why don't you run to your safe space, wussy? And Crowder would yell "Nooooo! Please! Leave me alone!" into the dark void of his mind until he woke up drenched in his sweat, curled up like a pathetic shrimp. These hellish visions became a routine - people looking like Michael Brooks were following him en masse, telling him to debate Sam Seder unisono. That was the last straw.

In secret Steven Crowder hoped that none of his followers were coming, but as always he was wrong. The chanting of slurs was audible even before he got out of his car. There were a lot of them and they greeted him enthusiastically on sight. That gave him a small boost of confidence. But the debate's topic was taxation and he knew that Seder was a natural expert. After all he was jewish, that must be good for something, he thought unironically. Maybe his goons would start a brawl, he hoped. Anything that gives me the edge over this libcuck.

He checked the location. At the side of the stage some people ensured that the mics worked and he weaseled his way over to them.
"Hey, amigo! Wanna get some quick cash?", he asked the guys, some of which were clearly Mexicans. It was hard to hide his contempt for these parasitic lifeforms, but he was in a desperate situation and needed every help. They turned around to him with bewildered faces.

"I'm not going to suck you off, if that's what you want", one of them said in perfect English, then grinned. Crowder's face turned deep red.

"Nooooo! Dude, are you serious? Do I look like I have AIDS? Look, look - my voice, I had a cold. Can you turn the volume of my mic up a notch?", he began with a fake raspy voice.

The workers looked at each other. "I don't think that we are allowed to do that."

"I will pay. How much do you want?" The man that joked on his expense before shrugged.

"Don't know. 100 bucks?"

Instantly Crowder disregarded the proposer and turned to another of his friends. "You. Mustache. How much do you want? Can you understand me?"

"Yes. But you should leave", he said politely. Crowder was fuming.

"Since when do you care about rules? You brown people have no respect for the American pride or white people. You guys have papers? Where are your papers!?"

"Isn't this kind of racist?", one of them murmured, then stepped back cautiously as if he knew he had pushed Crowder's last button.

"YOU are the racist!", Crowder exploded and threw his hands around in a theatrical fashion. "You only say that, because I am white. You hate my skin color, you are envious!", he continued with an irritating high pitched voice. These guys weren't prepared for a confrontation with Crowder, after all Crowder had trained many years at college campuses. The title of the campus debate champion belonged to him, not to stupid Ben Shapiro. And they backed off like he was a dangerous venomous creature, a genius, a true alpha.

Crowder continued his anger-fueled tirade for a whole fifteen minutes and some guys from the security had to come to defuse the situation. This couldn't be any better, this was all he needed, a good old hate speech to boost his confidence. He was on fire, totally ready to face Sam Seder.

This was the first time Crowder laid eyes on Sam Seder in person. Seder walked on stage and sat down, all while taking his time almost like he was teasing him. And it was mesmerizing to watch him walk, every step was confident and determined like he had a clear plan of where to go. How does he keep this level of posture? Then Seder's observant dark eyes scanned him and he suddenly felt very vulnerable, almost naked. This man had an IQ of at least 140. But instead of disrespecting him as Crowder would usually do when talking to lower life forms, Seder was surprisingly civil.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Steven."

He reached out his hand to him. Maybe Crowder was perplexed by this man's vibes, but he passed the short moment to shake hands. It was akward for them both, but Crowder played it off like it was calculated.

"Here I am, jewish man. I will destroy you - change my mind, Seder." His obedient goons gobbled it up.

"You know, Crowder. That's a pretty bold thing to say for a man that dodged a debate with me for - was it like two years?" Laughter. Crowder repeated the sound bite in his worst Seder impression and the crowd went crazy.

The moderator carried the conversation forward to today's topic: taxation.

"All, right. Let's assume we have a suburban family. Wife, husband, kids - maybe even a Mexican servant. Never before did we have the same living standard. Education, healthcare, safety - must I go on? We have the best economy in a whole generation. And that is thanks to tax cuts."

Seder disproved the nonsequitur easily, then the conversation shifted towards corporations.

"The tax cuts went to the wealthy, everyone knows that. The point is, they already have an tremendous amount of wealth and income. And this wealth translates into political power, so that's a problem. More tax cuts benefit nothing but a system in which corporations gain even more power."

"Steven? Your answer", asked the moderator. Visibly sweating Crowder took a quick glance at his crib. Taxation = theft - he turned the note around. Empty. That's bad.

"The radical left uses these arguments all the time - the American people are fine. Obviously. Of course there are tiny exceptions, but taxes especially hurt those who are already in debt. Just imagine a world where the small buisness in the neighbourhood doesn't have to pay the same amout of taxes. These taxes can make a big difference between gain or a deficit. It helps against unemployment rates. And with lower unemployment the US doesn't have to spend more wellfare for those that don't need it.
In short, you could say that taxation is even unconstitutional", Crowder smirked in his typical fashion.

He took a look at the crowd where some of them cheered for him. They seem to be on my side. Still smirking he turned to Seder that was looking at the ground with an expression of deep concentration. One could tell that there was a lot going on under his surface.

Then his gaze met Crowder's and a chill formed in Crowder's body. His smirk evaporated instantly. Visibly startled Crowder started another attack: "Forget about any logical objections or couterarguments to things like taxation - the left doesn't care about those."

"Okay, pause it." The crowd went silent and focused on Sam Seder. "This just shows that you know absolutely nothing. Let me teach you something about economy and politics."