Ah, identity politics, combined with infantilization. Deadly combo. Let me explain a little bit: Identity politics is part of the divide and conquer game that is part of The Rescue Game. Here, we have The Previously Enslaved, and The Previous Enslavers. Oh wait! None of them were actually enslaved or owned slaves in their lifetime (corporate wage-slaves not included). So forcing one group of non-existent people to pay reparations by law to another group of non-existent people just isn’t the way you let go of the past and become friends, part of the global community.

Next, we’ll play The Marginalization Game. I’m part of a marginalized group. And so are you. And, oh gosh, so is that person. Hmm, wait, if I’m reading this correctly, every single one of your friends is part of a Marginalized Group, and should receive governmental help to reverse their Marginalization! Equality of Outcome is what we demand! Not equality of opportunity. Even though equality of outcome is not even marxist. As in, not even Marx was dumb enough to demand that. He only demanded that people’s needs get met, and meeting their needs doesn’t ever lead to an equality of outcome. It’s like the joke where No Child Left Behind becomes Every Child Left Behind. Equality of Outcome leads to the lowest common denominator. Which, as we know, is pretty darn low, and the 1% is always excluded.

Finally, we’ll play The Infantilization Game. Let’s talk about safety for a moment. Safe spaces are for babies. Safety pins are for babies. Warning labels on your hot coffee are for babies. Assumption of risk forms warning you that you might die on the Disneyland ride, yup, for babies. Wouldn’t it be a whole lot nicer if we had, you know, empowerment instead of safety? If we taught our kids critical thinking in schools instead of mindless memorization of facts and maths strategies? If we assumed that people took responsibility for themselves instead of needing 24/7 watching and coddling lest we hurt ourselves? Then, a 9 year old could be left at a park while the mom goes to a job interview. Then, a 9 year old can run their home business successfully. You, uh, do realize that there are 9 year olds who successfully own and run businesses out there, don’t you? So why can’t they be left home alone? If your daughter is openly carrying heat into the bathroom, why would it be a problem if a Congresscritter is in there with her? See what I mean about empowerment?

Death comes for us all. Let’s meet it as warriors, not as babies. Let’s meet death as a lady, with grace and dignity, not as a baby who can’t be trusted to make decisions or tell the truth.

We’re all special snowflakes. Made out of unobtainium, and capable of dampening any bad vibrations thrown at us. Just like Captain America’s shield.