As I've said, many times, my initiation into the left's coven began around 1995. It was when my wife returned from a NewAge seminar (of some kind) in Silicon Valley, declaring she could walk through walls. After tapping on the nearest bulkhead, I asked for a demonstration, only to find she hadn't expected that - before growing furiously angry, at me, for expecting one. My marriage never recovered.
Even worse, when I asked my BFF at the time (and the smartest guy I knew personally, Tom Foremski) for help, he gave me a copy of Daniel Quinn's "Ishmael: A Novel" - a book about a talking gorilla that thought it was Greta Thunberg. Needless to say, I've been out-to-sea on this shit, ever since. And no one's ever said if they were wrong or I was right. They're just all popular, and heard, and I'm not.
So - while I feel for whatever happens to that kid at university - I fear even more for what happens once he leaves, and meets the reality fools have created: By holding to reality, against this madness, I have very few real friends left in the world. And, I expect, he will, too.
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