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An observation on these college Precious Snowflakes

As we have been watching, the culmination of the Frankfurt School efforts has intersected with the elementary Ed crowd’s “show up trophy and self-esteem-o-rama” and the landing pads of helicopter parents (will SOMEBODY please stick a stick into that rearward prop??).  This from Powerline’s Ammo Grrrll seemed sufficiently cogent in summarizing how to salve their ills and self-absorbtion (emphasis mine):

Since Thanksgiving was yesterday, let me enumerate just a few of the blessings that have been mine, living even as I do way off to the margins: two loving parents; good health; a wicked-smart, adoring husband; wonderful, loyal, funny friends; a beautiful son; the chance to travel all over this great land for three decades plying a successful comedic trade; and, of course, this awesome country and its heady freedom and unlimited opportunity.

Pretty much like the rest of us if we only truly looked up our lives.  While reality says that not everything is rose colored glasses, it is how we specifically decide to see things that matters muchly – but it seems that many of these overly esteemed, generally socioeconomically “privileged”, overly important, and severely lacking in a sense of history, logic reasoning, and perspective young’un full of themselves (and obviously, unable to look at themselves in a mirror) have forgotten something quite important:

And there is not one screaming, hysterical protester of any color, any real or pretend gender, who would be prevented from having any of those blessings. Not one. Healthy habits, good friends, a loving partner, children, an enjoyable career – all within anyone’s grasp.

And while life can really suck at times, a lot of the time it is generally as simple as changing one’s point of view: instead of looking for the bad, look for the good (as in the old Russian joke about Czar / Stalin and the horse: “And who knows!  Maybe after a year it will have learned to talk!”).  In the same vein, here cometh the way late advice:

To all the embarrassing whiners manufacturing the most petty grievances, I say: Learn what’s really important. What’s the over/under on how many BLM supporters knew who “Calhoun” was before they were told to be enraged about a building named after him? And now that you know, it affects your life how, again?

Indeed – we see that these college whiners and the illusionary aggrieved have both no sense of proportion or a healthy outlook of their standings – for this I can blame, as noted above, the public school system for praising the mediocre achievement of simply being”me” instead of an actual achievement, their parents that have failed them horribly in raising up “character”, and let’s not leave out those that man the bastions of Cultural Marxism, the Left (or outright Marxist) “professors” turned grievance-mongers that are trying to reincarnate the 60s high point of their lives.

Grow up; shut up; and get a life. Your massive, gratuitous rage will only raise your blood pressure and shorten that life. If you think your life will be improved away from the racist, rape-culture-y hellholes of Harvard Law or Dartmouth or Princeton, for the love of God, feel free to give up your spot to the next poor soul. Hey, maybe even to the applicant with 400 more SAT points than you whose place you took because of the color of your skin. Maybe she would have cured cancer instead of pretending to worry about John C. Calhoun.

Gratuitous – instead of a sense of gratitude.  Seriously, if you are at one of the Ivies, you CANNOT be oppressed (see, it works just like “whiteness” – if you are at such an expensive and prestigious  college, you are pretty much set for live (unless you are a total screwup – but then again, you’ll just blame somebody else, having outsource responsibility for yourself on the Altar of “It’s Other Peoples’ Fault”.

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