The Eschaton debacle — "Pemulis tells Lord he cannot believe…"
Pemulis tells Lord he cannot believe his fucking eyes. He tells Lord how dare he don the dreaded red beanie over such an obvious instance of map-not-territory equivocationary horseshit as Ingersoll’s trying to foist.
Context
Lord has just consulted EndStat's TREEMASTER metadecision subdirectory and ceremonially swapped the white beanie for the red beanie of Utter Global Crisis — the game's machinery formally validating Ingersoll's gambit. Pemulis compresses his whole doctrine into a hyphenated epithet: "map-not-territory equivocationary horseshit." The theme has become a term of abuse.