Is it any wonder, after years and years of this, that college students cling to “safe space” where no decision need ever be made, no problem need ever be thought out, talked out, and resolved? They may be 19 or 20 years old, but when it comes to standing on their own two feet, they’re toddlers. They don’t know how to muster a cogent argument, but they’re always good for a tantrum.
They played the flute for us, and we did not dance; they sang a dirge and we did not mourn.
- Bye-bye West. You are a has-been. Who no longer shares the same ancestors, language, religion, principles, manners, and customs. It has become nothing but a confused mixture of sounds and voices of tumult, turmoil, uproar, bedlam, and clamor.