Metaphor mania, or a purple prose by any other name:
As one of the graybeards around here, Iâ€™ve been dealing with the modern Left since 1967, when I first encountered this mutant species of snarling societal and cultural vandals in their native habitat, a major American private university. Wrapped in their Tarnhelms of â€śtolerance,â€ť which protected them in their vulnerable cocoons, they incubated in a toxic amniotic broth of second-hand Marxism and third-generation gangsterism â€” red-diaper grandbabies with the street-fighting ethos of the old Gophers, Eastmans and Five Pointers. In the summer of 1968, like the chest-burster in Alien, they exploded through the institutional retaining walls, took to the streets of Chicago, and theyâ€™ve been with us ever since; in fact, theyâ€™re now in power.
Clear as mud.
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