A reader turned me on to this story
, which I had somehow missed during the past week.
A group of students at Emory University led a campus-wide protest after someone wrote ‘Donald Trump 2016’ in chalk across campus, leading the university to provide “emergency counseling” sessions in response.
According to student paper The Emory Wheel, the triggered students protested outside the administration building chanting, “You are not listening! Come speak to us, we are in pain!”
“I’m supposed to feel comfortable and safe,” one female student said. “But this man is being supported by students on our campus and our administration shows that they, by their silence, support it as well … I don’t deserve to feel afraid at my school.”
The university quickly responded in an email: “By nature of the fact that for a significant portion of our student population, the messages represent particularly bigoted opinions, policies, and rhetoric directed at populations represented at Emory University, we would like to express our concern regarding the values espoused by the messages displayed, and our sympathy for the pain experienced by members of our community.”
“It is clear to us that these statements are triggering for many of you,” they continued. “As a result, both College Council and the Student Government Association pledge to stand in solidarity with those communities who feel threatened by this incident and to help navigate the student body through it and the environment of distrust and unease it has created.”
When meeting with students, Emory administrators promised to review footage from security cameras to try and identify the rogue Trump fan and put them through the “conduct violation process.”
The infants attending Emory University have given us the first real reason to vote for Trump: If he wins, those kids will fill their diapers.
When did people get this idea that a university campus is a place to feel safe? Nobody ever talked that way during my college days. Physically
safe, yes, but emotionally
safe? Fuck that shit. When I went to UCLA, the Revolutionary Communist Party once filled the campus with posters extolling the virtues of Pol Pot
. (Seriously: Pol Fucking Pot.
I can't be the only person who recalls those posters.) Nobody got the vapors, although a few of us made grim jokes.
A university environment is supposed to challenge
you, each and every day. If you can walk across campus without seeing something to provoke you or make you angry, that university has failed. College life should prepare you for real life -- and lemme tell ya, real life sucks
. Real life is a horror movie starring you
, and it's the only horror movie that actually kills you.
Every single student at Emory University, male and female, deserves to be raped
. By the Hulk. By the Hulk with AIDS. By the Hulk with AIDS on a bed of broken glass while a scratchy Hank Williams record plays in the background.
And if those mollycoddled morons want even worse trigger words, I will happily provide.