No, this is not from The Onion. Because really, you can’t make this stuff up.
Personally, er, I mean Quick Point of Personal Privilege: I do believe that a few weeks in Marine Boot Camp would cure these Kindergartners (with apologies to actual five-year-olds) of their self-absorbed whimpering.
Via Fox News.
The Democratic Socialists of America (DSA) National Convention in Georgia this weekend came to a screeching halt when one delegate formally complained of “sensory overload” from “guys” whispering in the room — prompting another “comrade” to grab the microphone to angrily demand an immediate end to the use of “gendered language.”
The back-to-back moments of impassioned hypersensitivity at the gathering of the largest socialist organization in the United States led to bipartisan mockery from commentators, who compared the scene to something out of the sitcom “The Office” or the sketch comedy group Monty Python.
“Uh, quick point of personal privilege, um guys,” began one delegate, who identified himself as James Jackson from Sacramento, and specified that he uses the “he/him” personal pronouns.
As soon as Jackson said the word “guys,” an individual in the audience could be seen becoming visibly irate in a livestream video of the convention posted online….
But wait, there’s more! pic.twitter.com/fuD4MxSyPO
— Young Americans Against Socialism (@YAAS_America) August 4, 2019
Good idea about Boot Camp! Would love to see these guys (too bad comrade) demanding that the Drill Instructor, at their very first meeting, use the correct he/him personal pronouns.
I watched further video & the speaker actually told them “do not speak with anyone who does not have credentials.” WTH
Can you imagine the hell it must be to live in their world? They need an island all to themselves so they can rant all day about this lunacy. I pray for the day when all these people will walk around with duct tape on their mouths, for fear of uttering anything that would be offensive to another. Oh Happy Day! BTW, Shifra: this is the best photo to capture the craziness.
Millennial mollycoddling has come back to haunt us. These people are out of their ever-lovin’ minds.
Did anyone notice the “jazz hands” instead of clapping?
Also sounds like the House of Commons!