Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Now there’s this bullshit:  25% of students claim they were traumatized by the 2016 election.  What a bunch of wusses.  Excerpt:

A quarter of students found the 2016 so traumatic they now report symptoms of PTSD, according to a new study.

Researchers surveyed Arizona State University students around the time of President Donald Trump‘s inauguration in 2017, and some had stress scores on par with that of school shooting witnesses’ seven-month follow-ups.

Twenty-five percent of the 769 students, who were an even mix of genders and races and socioeconomic backgrounds, reported ‘clinically significant’ levels of stress.

The most severe cases were seen among women, black, and non-white Hispanic students, who were 45 percent more likely to feel distressed by the 2016 run between Trump and Hillary Clinton.

Lead researcher Melissa Hagan, an assistant professor of psychology at San Francisco State University, believes the ‘divisive tone’ about race, identity, and what makes a valuable American ‘really heightened stress for a lot of people’.  

If you’re so invested in a political campaign that you think you have PTSD because the outcome didn’t go your way, seriously, you really need to take a good hard look at your life.  But note that I said “you think you have PTSD.”  These snot-nosed little shits may have something, but it ain’t PTSD.

My uncle Don may have had PTSD.  He jumped with the 101st in Operation Market Garden, fought through Bastogne and into Germany, where a fragment from an 88 shell took part of his forehead and one eye.  Don lived fifty years after the war but was never the same again.

My uncle Carl may have had PTSD.  He took a Japanese bayonet through the shoulder on Iwo Jima and nearly died of sepsis.  He went on to have two careers, one in the Navy and the second with the Iowa Department of Corrections.

My brother-in-law Bill may have had PTSD.  He was shot in the leg on a frigid hillside in Korea in 1951.  He went on to have a great career in railroads.

None of those three relatives of mine who were wounded in battle (my Dad and my uncle Norman also served, both in WW2, but neither was wounded) certainly had more reason to claim trauma than any of the little snots interviewed in this study.  They all went on to lead productive lives – even Don, who had some brain damage but still managed a small farm for the rest of his life.

All of my family’s WW2/Korea veterans are gone now.  But I would be willing to bet any of them would spit at the very idea of some pusillanimous little twit whining about “PTSD” from the results of an election.