So, less than twenty-four hours after the election was called in Donald Trump’s favor, and after speeches by President-Elect Trump, Hillary Clinton and President Obama asking the country to unite, college students took to their campuses to whine about the outcome.
The Wall Street Journal’s headline reads: “Colleges Try to Comfort Students Upset by Trump Victory: Despair over Clinton’s loss prompts ‘cry-in’ at Cornell; Play-Doh for the distraught.”
I kid you not. If it wasn’t so pathetic, it would be laughable.
This is the future of America.
I’m guessing most of these cry-babies don’t work. Their only job is to be students and they can’t seem to do that.
The article describes the “cry-in” for those who wished to “mourn” the results while the college staff providing tissues and hot chocolate.
At Tufts University, arts and crafts were offered and the University of Kansas reminded students of the availability of therapy dogs available for comfort.
One of the enablers at the University of Michigan, Ms. Trey Boynton, welcomed a stream of snow flakes into her office where they spent the day “sprawled around the center, playing with Play-Doh and coloring in coloring books, as they sought comfort and distraction.” I don’t remember doing that in kindergarten.
A professor at the University of Maryland canceled a test scheduled for Wednesday morning, because “he worried some of [the students’] performances may be affected by ‘the monumental effort necessary to accept what must be a personally threatening election result.’”
I’d never heard the expression “snow-flakes” which refers to those students who are unable to handle these types of situations, I think it’s very appropriate. And by the looks of things, they’re having a meltdown.
Over the course of the last several years, I’ve seen how young people are pampered, coddled, spoiled and allowed to moan and groan by every little perceived injustice here in America, so much so that campuses now have “safe spaces” to cater to every student whose feelings are hurt by anyone who looks at them the wrong way. As someone who has traveled to all seven continents and have seen many things that are truly unjust, I have come to the decision that, in my world, every young person, before or after college, should either be required to serve two years in the military, or work one year on a cruise ship with 13 hour work days. That would toughen them up.
But, honestly, seeing these wimpy little brats, I don’t believe either the military or a cruise line would accept any of them.
I’m curious, however, if all these touch-feely kumbaya moments the colleges are offering would’ve been available if Hillary Clinton had won the election. I’m guessing not.
When Obama won in 2007, I knew from the start this was a guy wanted to redistribute wealth, was a pro-abortion candidate, and wanted to transform America. I was very upset when he was elected, but did not take to the streets nor did I revert to childhood behavior, refusing to work or sitting on the floor in my office playing with play-doh. I had a job to do and continued. When any one asked how I felt about the election, I didn’t have an emotional breakdown. I simply said, “this too will pass.” Again, when Obama was re-elected, I was stunned that the American people would actually choose to continue with his progressive agenda, but, I, again, said “this too will pass.” I didn’t take to the streets or have a breakdown; instead, I immediately went out and bought a “Countdown to Obama’s Last Day” clock which has been counting down the days to the end of an error – January 20, 2017 – just over two months away.
Granted, you might say, “well, you’re a 65 year old woman and they’re just college students.” I don’t buy it. These are supposed to be well-educated people who should know how the system works. You have an election usually with two people. You don’t always get what you want. One person wins. One person loses. That’s it. Period. End of story. What is it about the system they don’t get? How does your life stop because of an election? Obviously, their parents didn’t teach them this simple concept. The schools in America are clearly not teaching students how the electoral process works. And the universities are treating their students like children.
By the time I was 8 years old, my mother was dead. My brother and I found her and the neighbor called my father to come home from work. I’m going out on a limb here and saying that losing one’s mother at the age of 8 is far more traumatic than an election result. Yet, I went to school the very next day. When I was 20, I was working and going to college. I received a call at my office from my sister-in-law telling me my father died. I stayed in my office until my boss returned. I went home, buried my Dad, and returned to work.
What are these college students going to do when something really bad happens in their lives? Death of a parent? A spouse? A child? Cancer? More importantly, why are the colleges coddling these fragile weenies? Is this how the colleges and universities are preparing students to face the world? Are you kidding me?
I’ve had to get up every day for the past eight years believing that we have the worst President since Lyndon B. Johnson living in the White House — a President with no backbone who apologizes to the world for this great country. I’ve had to live with it. I’ve gotten over it. It will soon pass. Grow up.
I don’t get it, but if you do, God bless you.