Or as the politically insane would probably call it – youthfully challenged.
I can sit back here in my mountain retreat and watch the word sink into a morass of political correctness, political interference and a level of weirdness that even the most imaginative of science fiction writers in the past failed to foresee.
The latest of course is Manchester University and their desire to abolish clapping – as in applause – because it might frighten people. I saw several mentions on the Interwebs yesterday and frankly thought it was a joke, until I realised it wasn’t whereupon I collapsed laughing. Yes, I think it is hilarious. These are supposed to be the cream of the crop, future captains of industry and God help us, future politicians and they are worried that people might be frightened by some clapping? Sweet fucking divine, but that is brilliant! I would almost like to live long enough to see what happens when they grow up. Almost.
I feel sorry for the science fiction writers of today as they grapple with future scenarios as who can predict insanity?
For some reason, snowflakes don’t like being called snowflakes. I have seen articles in the past where they expressed their anger and anguish at the name. It makes them feel isolated, diminished, frightened and angry.
Tough fucking shit.
God help ’em when they hit the real world.