Ungrateful snots. Are they moronialls? Pansies.
There is no pain. There is no angst.
There is the cynical manipulation of often complicit university officials in a calculated effort to thwart free speech.
So glad I’m not looking to hire any new college graduates.
I can hear my old man saying:
“You want to cry? I’ll give you something to really cry about.”
‘Generation Snowflake’...what a complete loss.
Now THAT’S funny
When I worked for the biggest liberal foundation in the 80s in NYC (it’s what made me a conservative) we had problems like this from the unpaid interns from places like Rutgers, Princeton, etc. Snowflakes Exraordinaire. They saw racism under every desk. One even took her complaints to the President (a black man) and he threw her out of his office. They made life hell, in particular, for the working-class people: the secretaries, the mail room guys, the receptionists and the supply guys. They always targeted them, never the program officers or the executive wing. Couldn’t wait to get away from them. Dangerous people.
They are like the Knights Who Say Ni!
Knight of Ni: Firstly, you must find....
ANOTHER SHRUBBERY!!!
(minor music)
Arthur: Not *another* shrubbery!!
Knight of Ni: (excitedly) THEN... Then, when you have found the shrubbery,
you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly
higher, so we get the two-level effect with a little path
running down the middle.
Other Knights of Ni: A path! A path! A path! Shh, shhh. Ni! Ni!
Knight of Ni: Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the
mightiest tree in the forest...
Wiiiiiithh.... A HERRING!
(minor music)
Arthur: We shall do no such thing!
Knight of Ni: Oh, please!
Arthur: Cut down a tree with a herring? It can’t be done!
Knights of Ni: AAugh! AAAAAH! Oww!! (writhe in pain)
Knight of Ni: Don’t say that word!
Arthur: What word?
Knight of Ni: I cannot tell; suffice to say, it is one of the words the
Knights of Ni cannot hear!
Arthur: How we *not* say the word if you don’t tell us what it is?!
(Knights of Ni are in pain again)
Knight of Ni: Ahhhh! ‘E said it again!
Arthur: What, “is”?
Knight of Ni: No, not “is”! You wouldn’t get very far in life not saying
“is”!
Bedevere: My liege! It’s Sir Robin!
Sir Robin and his minstrels “ride” up.
Minstrels (singing): He’s sacking it in, and packing it up,
and sneaking away, and buggering up,
And chickening out, and pissing a pole...
Arthur: Sir Robin!
Robin: My liege! It’s good to see you!
Knight of Ni: Now *’e* said the word!
Arthur: Surely you’ve not given up the quest for the Holy Grail!
Minstrels, by way of answering:
He’s sneaking away, and buggering up,
Robin: Shut Up!
No no, no, far from it!
Knight of Ni: ‘E said the word again!
Robin: ...I was...looking for it...
Knights of Ni: AAAAAAAuugh!
Robin: uh, here—here in this...forest.
Arthur: No, it is far from this place.
Knight of Ni: Aaaaaaugh! Stop saying the word!!!!
Arthur: (getting really annoyed with the Knights of Ni) OH, STOP IT!!
Knight of Ni: Ow! He said it again!
Arthur: Patsy! (motions all of his party to move on)
Knight of Ni: Wait! I said it! I said it!
Oh! I’ve said it again!
And there again...that’s three its!
Arthur, Bedevere, and Sir Robin ride off with the minstrels and Patsy.
/S
This isn’t pain, it’s aggression. The left has weaponized fake pain and uses it to gain allies in an attempt to silence their enemies.