When my drilling rig caught on fire in Nigeria I needed a safe space. Did not have one.
When my drilling rig sank in a storm in Venezuela I needed a safe space. Did not have one.
When my rig almost capsized in the North Sea I needed a safe space. Did not have one.
When I was inadvertently caught up in a communist riot in Tehran in 1960 I needed a safe space. I found one on the floor of a taxi cab. The driver probably saved my life. I was only 13 years old. I was very scared.
When my friend Charles McMahan was killed in Vietnam he needed a safe space. He did not have one. He died.
These putrid little sissified pansies on the Universities need to grow up. Life will kick you in the ass if you do not. I will probably be the one kicking them in the ass.
Thumbs up to your post!