Higher Education is Sinking

Good Morning, Breakfastpoppers. Today is Monday, May 7, 2018. Our sweet friend, Butter, is at the stove preparing Cinnamon Butter Toast for our enjoyment. I will be mixing up a batch of Irish coffees to add to the fun. Butter and I are asking for the pleasure of your company this morning. The topic for the day is the state of higher education. Our kids may be learning how to behave like fools. Hurry over as quickly as you can. If you discover that you are one of the many parents paying to have your child brainwashed, we'll have tranquilizers and antacids on hand. We hope see you soon.

Thanks so much for joining us this morning. Pop was kind enough to give me the floor this morning, so let's jump right in. College campuses are turning our children into radical loons who can no longer distinguish right from wrong. The administrations of many of these schools are deep into appeasing their left wing base. They are graduating students who will need crying rooms in the offices of the fields they wish to enter. They may be very disappointed. Let's take a virtual walk around the nation to see what is actually happening in many of our institutions of higher learning. The term "higher learning" doesn't seem appropriate anymore.

If you want your children to be ashamed of their "whiteness" the University of Colorado-Colorado Springs is the place to be. Students can earn three credits toward a Graduate Certificate in Diversity, Social Justice and Inclusion if they attend a four day conference on "Unmasking Whiteness." Now stick with me, because what I have to say will be hard to swallow. The conference is open to "self-identifying white people". I have no idea what this means, but the topics to be discussed are white privilege, guilt and shame and the economic benefits of whiteness. You might want to pop a few antacids right about now. My stomach is in knots, and I'm not sure I even have a stomach. Now I don't identify as white, because I am yellow and also a butterfly, but the whole notion of this garbage infuriates me. I wonder what a graduate degree in diversity offers in terms of job security. I suppose if a student were interested in becoming the second coming of Rev. Al, the course might come in handy.

Resident Assistants at Marquette University are being supplied a "Social Justice Resource Guide." The university is supplying their resident assistants with a list of liberal-leaning groups on campus. The Office of Resident Life leans so far left that anyone expressing conservative thought is a pariah. This gold-mine of misinformation promotes diversity, but somehow fails to mention any organizations that are conservative. If I had a head, it would be spinning around at this moment. The school promotes diversity, but suppresses it at the same time. If I were writing tuition checks to this school, I would put a stop payment an them right away.

The University of Texas at Austin has decided that the Counseling and Mental Health Center needs to treat masculinity as a mental health disorder. The goal of this madness is to help male students to take control over their gender identity, and develop a healthy sense of masculinity." This may mean, and I am only guessing, that if a male student wants to wear a skirt, he should. The goal is to expand the definition of masculinity to include femininity! It seems that the prevailing thought is that the current definition of what it is to be a man is too narrow. Anyone care for a tranquilizer?

Things are falling apart on campus. What was once up is now down. Every concept that we have embraced is being challenged. Men should be women, women should be men, gender identity is up for grabs, free speech is only free for liberals, trashing America is trendy, being white is something to apologize for and history is to be erased. This really is just the tip of the madness iceberg. I suggest that we try to keep up with developments on campus, whether or not we are footing the bill for a college education. Eventually these students who seem to be a part of a sick science experiment will enter the real world. That, dear Poppers, scares me to death.

Butter's Song

This land is your land

This land is my land

Not!