Crash course on Lindsay Shepherd. She’s the TA who was interrogated by her university’s on-staff fascists. After simply playing a Jordan B. Peterson video in a class discussion on the issues. She didn’t take sides, she just presented sides. For which she was strung up by Canadian university’s version of the Nazi High Command. Both she and Jordan B. Peterson later appeared on our show to discuss the matter (video below). That’s Lindsay.
The disciplinary measures taken against her haven’t had the High Command’s intended effect. She’s now engaging in digital warfare by daring to tweet a screen capture of a text message with her mother. Somone call the CIA.
Texts with my mom. She is 100x cooler than me
(P-M N-M = postmodern neo-marxist) pic.twitter.com/UoVHNcLVOx
— Lindsay Shepherd (@NewWorldHominin) March 15, 2018
Note Lindsay never specified in what class this severe triggering occurred. Nor did she use any names. Still, so triggered were the snowflakes in the class, so triggered was the professor over a tweet — which is nothing but 0’s and 1’s when stripped down to its most basic components — the professor canceled the entire class. For the rest of the semester.
Due to this tweet, my prof cancelled class for the rest of the semester
If my classmates think their views are defensible, they won't have a problem being (anonymously) quoted on them https://t.co/fDcSHfWQ1U
— Lindsay Shepherd (@NewWorldHominin) March 19, 2018
Thereby proving Mom Shepherd’s point: the class is nothing but snowflakes.
It used to be if one was bothered by something, one would turn it off, turn away, and carry on living their life. If not bitch-slapped by someone telling them to grow up. This was before the scourge of social media promoted humanity’s gross stupidity 24/7.
If you’re triggered by a tweet, close the window. If you’re triggered by a screen capture of a text, shut down your device. Now. If, after turning off the device you use to access the digital world — which seems to be increasingly full of dunderheaded fools with nothing but packing peanuts for brains — you’re still boo-hooing into crates of tissues, some advice: cloister yourself from humanity. If an image of a text message slays you through, don’t go outside. Don’t operate machinery. Do not interact with real human beings. You’re beyond psychiatric help if a text message is strong enough to knock you to the floor. Where you crawl to a corner in which to rock yourself for comfort. Over a harmless image.
Remove yourself from humanity’s ranks and reproductive cycle. It’s the only way humanity can be saved.