Oh, really? What sort of "progress"? The "progress" that resulted in this?
There was a steady flow of students entering Ms. Boyntons office Wednesday. They spent the day sprawled around the center, playing with Play-Doh and coloring in coloring books, as they sought comfort and distraction.
Dear God, just put them out of their misery. If that's the nation's future, the nation doesn't have one. Consider the past, circa 1860, and the riders of the Pony Express:
Wanted: Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen. Must be expert riders, willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred.
No mention of Play-Doh. What they did have was a revolver and a sack of mail. That built America. The puffy nonentities whimpering in the UM safe spaces would happily watch it fall to ruin and whimper when the Play-Doh dries up.
There you go. People were made of stronger stuff back then.