Crying Towel And Axe

Consideration of the virtues not aside, an old pal who's been boss of a seminary in Oxford for ages says that his students tend to be "fragile." 

I can believe it, such is the snowflake generation who cry at the drop of an incorrect personal pronoun but seem to be down with Pink Moloch infanticide.

Whatever. Here at the Compound we're all about solutions and staying positive in the fight, so here's some helpful advice from Texas via the Mine.

A weepy student requests a "dialogue." Aristotle, Ze feels, is "systemic racism." Big problem. Solution? No need for words, pass the little snowflake a crying towel and indicate the door. But what if the snowflake's been harmed by someone's insensitivity and wants to tell you, the Principal, all about it?

Easy. Produce a plastic rodent and put it on the desk, then take an axe and chop it up exclaiming, "No one likes a rat." Pass the bits of severed rat to the student and instruct them to take it home. Throw in a towel for good measure, why not, there's no "rule."

Thanks again for the retreat, RW. 

Illuminatio Mea,

LSP

It's Bushcraft Wednesday!

The thing about bushcraft is it's all about living and surviving in the wild, in the "bush," and doing it yourself instead of relying on nanny state or the nearest supermarket to sort it out for you. That applies to Christmas, and Hickok45 has given us a helpful video to show how it's done.

Notice how everyone's favorite outdoorsman uses the right tool for the job.

LSP