WE hear a great deal about young liberal-leftists being as delicate and vulnerable as tiny ‘snowflakes’ landing on the hot desert sand, but many of those who thrive on being so outraged and disgruntled often express signs of great violence and aggression. Rather than burst into tears, therefore, as someone truly fragile and sensitive might do, those who complain about the words and opinions of others have a marked tendency to get right in other people’s faces, demanding retribution amid uncontrollable flecks of salival foam and the whitened fists of tightly-clenched knuckles.

I see very little difference between the psychological time-bomb who accuses the innocent stranger of spilling his pint down at the local pub and the average leftist who claims to be fighting on behalf of the weak and downtrodden. Be it jealousy and ressentiment clothed in unsustainable notions of class solidarity, a bitter hatred of men in the guise of feminism or an inability to win the battle for ideas presented as a convenient means of silencing the opposition, these ‘snowflakes’ are about as soft and accommodating as the mattress in a Siberian gulag.

In my experience, the truly fearful within contemporary society – those who constantly yearn for a messianic father-figure – stand to the Right of the political spectrum, whilst the pseudo-humanitarian Looney Left is the Orwellian enforcer which seals their miserable fate on behalf of those who form the perennial Establishment bedrock.

These gentle ‘snowflakes’, then, who, contrary to misleading Capitalist propaganda, do not represent ‘social justice’ whatsoever, are more likely to rip out your heart like a maniacal Jack Frost than dissolve into a harmless puddle before your very eyes. The ‘snowflake’ generation is simply the new Stasi-in-waiting and once the shallow populism of Trump, Le Pen, Weidel and Orbán has dissipated – much like a real snowflake – these regenerated fanatics will be the ones to send a real chill through your unsuspecting bones.