What the **** do they need?
This grasping at . . .
anything at all . . . to fret about is ridiculous.
I remember as a college student being confused about why I should listen to various loudmouthed "advocates" or activists or legends-in-their-own-minds.
People these days must be complete morons if they grant all these assholes any credibility.
The din from this outside noise is absurd. But they let it in anyway.
Please seat yourself.
I like the very things you hate.