A report on the emotional state of Brown University student-protesters—who suffer from suicidal thoughts, sleeplessness, panic attacks, and failing grades as a result of their advocacy—paints a weirdly alarming picture.
I'm going to laugh very hard and show very little sympathy for these idiots. What morons.
What's weirdly alarming is that anybody would give a rip about these fragile cases for advancing the voting age to 25 (or after a term in the military).
There are people with serious actual mental health issues, and these gifts to America in a prestigious university are having panic attacks because they didn't make a huge dent in that world hunger problem before their first term was over?
Even if they were trying to solve real problems, what kind of over-inflated self-worth do they possess to believe that they can solve whatever problem they've focused on before they graduate when the problems have resisted efforts long before the activists were potty trained?
Yet it is even worse than that lack of a sense of reality, since most of these precious snowflakes are trying to solve bullshit problems that are only a problem in their cloistered environment.
Why do we even keep a straight face when they drone on about micro-aggressions as if that is a real problem?
These are the kind of people who grow up and give Californians Proposition 65:
In December of last year, the Office of Environmental Health Hazard Assessment (OEHHA) published its intent to list Aloe vera, whole leave extract to the Proposition 65 list of chemicals known to the state of California to cause cancer. Despite the widely accepted extensive health benefits of Aloe vera, an unelected regulator in Sacramento can now tell you and all consumers it will cause cancer, even if no cases of cancer from Aloe vera exposure exist.
No safe spaces anywhere, I guess.
Well, in an effort to reach out to the Offended Americans on our college campuses, I freely admit my privilege rather than deny what gives me such an unfair edge over others--I am advantaged by Brain Privilege.
There. I said it. And boy do I feel better!
That's right, I use my brain. And it kept me from despair during college and let me build a career without curling into a fetal position because somewhere, somehow, somebody was suffering and I couldn't stop it. Those social justice worriers should try using their brains. Everyone has one. Not everyone uses it.