These gormless little nitwits are simply eager footsoldiers in the left’s ongoing war on everything.

The international left realized a long time ago that their system wasn’t going to prevail by providing superior results, and so they went about destroying all that which made us so invulnerable to their ideology- the Judeo-Christian moral foundation, the comity between classes, the comity between the sexes, the superior system of education, and our free market system. They did this by infesting every facet of civic and governmental life from bureaucracy, to education, to entertainment, from which perches they relentlessly condition and program. Usually by posturing as Social Justice Warriors, they hacked at the bonds of our society as they slowly inculcated ideas that advanced their power grab, like the “Great Society”.

All these little kiddies are doing is reciting the Happy Face rhetoric of “Inclusion”, and “Progress” that masks the destructive intent.

These students are not educated. They do not read. They do not think. They are the cadre of the revolution, destroying that which allows them to think and speak and even emote.

As if this has not happened before. And as if the dead, white, and thoughtful have not written on this before. Ten minutes search will find you words that will stand against these funded fools who call themselves scholars.

Oxford

It is well that there are palaces of peace
And discipline and dreaming and desire,
Lest we forget our heritage and cease
The Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire:

Lest we forget that we were born divine,
Now tangled in red battle’s animal net,
Murder the work and lust the anodyne,
Pains of the beast ‘gainst bestial solace set.

But this shall never be: to us remains
One city that has nothing of the beast,
That was not built for gross, material gains,
Sharp, wolfish power or empire’s glutted feast.

We are not wholly brute. To us remains
A clean, sweet city lulled by ancient streams,
A place of visions and of loosening chains,
A refuge of the elect, a tower of dreams.

She was not builded out of common stone
But out of all men’s yearning and all prayer
That she might live, eternally our own,
The Spirit’s stronghold—barred against despair.

Clive Staples Lewis