Rag-Week harpies infest millennial culture with their whining hysterics.
Social Justice Warriors come in all shapes and sizes.
Cucks - short for cuckolds: now there's a concept to juggle with - are usually virtue-signalling, a-testicular invertebrate "males", buoyed up by tofu and watered-down lemonade, whose vapid and vicarious over-sensitivity is as sickening as it is unwanted. They use the standard SJW argument that because they have been indoctrinated (there's almost never an original thought amongst them) into thinking this or that is wrong, harmful or somehow distasteful, then everyone should adhere to the same standards.
These pansies attack anyone who dare to say anything which could be even slightly regarded in the least bit negative about women, programmed by the "micro-aggression" culture, notwithstanding the actual intent behind the words. Gone are the days when "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me": now even the United Nations is considering a "cyber touch" to be as harmful as a physical touch, which is why the names have been omitted from this article - but they know who they are. True, women are sacred - but to mount them atop a pedestal in a glass case is also wrong.
Especially the subject of this monologue - the rag-week harpy.
The rag-week harpy - they are often young and relatively unfamiliar with the ways of the world, yet ready and willing to vociferously announce that ignorance to the world - is usually given the tinder of resentment by those who have carried unresolved disappointments throughout their lives and are keen to poison the youthful and impressionable minds of those in their care. She then uses that tinder in the fire and energy of her youth to stoke a raging inferno, unbounded by hearth or grate, such that it becomes all consuming. She uses the force of her half-understood argument to activate the confirmation biases of those in positions of authority, such as the United Nations, to affect the lives of the harmless as if they had done the most egregious wrong, or else to use that argument in militancy until those who Would Not Listen to her discordant screeches buckle in submission. The buck, however, stops with the unbending.
Enter Donald Trump, stage right. Buoyed by electoral success, from those with whom the tolerance for this screeching had worn thin and from the Brexit pioneers whose courage encouraged them, Trump is on course to put an end to the harpy by depriving it of its habitat. Feeding, as it does, on the social pressure to be Politically Correct, it will find no succour in Trump's America and, America being in many respects the bellwether for the western world, it will be forced onto less anti-social fare and, thus, tamed.
It can't happen soon enough.
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