...or even much of a whimper...
When they are disgorged like fetal cannonballs from the warm womb of modern college life, one would hope they quickly learn the meaning of real pain and suffering. I would like nothing more than to peer out my window one day and watch all these special snowflakes melt the moment they hit the ground.
But perhaps, there is a ray of hope...
How ironic that one person in this sordid swamp of a story who actually needs a safe space for his ideas to be heard is the one loudly insisting he doesn’t want one.
Judge for yourself.
