There aren't words. There just aren't even words to describe the anger the wells up inside me when I think about the way we are headed as a society.
An endless desert tundra with no water in sight; sand and sand and sand forever. So hot that you can see the air reverberate with blurry heat waves of American exceptionalism.
Counter-culture is generic, cliché, and unoriginal. Why is that so hard to see for most people? Hating the system is dead, fighting for a cause, "standing up to the man," being progressive and standing outside protesting? we've all been there and done that now - we get it, but we're over it - something new?
Posting about Donald Trump and his alleged attacks of the rights of Muslims does not make you a courageous person - it makes you just like everyone else. Liberal knee-jerk emotional reactions and invalidation of anything that doesn't fit a 'fight the power' narrative is so plain and expected. There's no way to sanely ignore the way that the liberal-left silences other opinions and ideas, yet they are still deluded into thinking that they are doing the right thing.
It's not hard to acquire these opinions - globalism particularly - when you live in a safe place like the USA and probably couldn't even name one other international political figure. Do you realize how closed off we are in this country? Multi-culturalism isn't working in other places, but these college-aged kids from all over the United States are militant when it comes to their social justice warrior agenda.
Next time I counter an argument with fact and citation I expect that in reciprocation, not whining and screaming for a safe space.
