ROGER KIMBALL: Sowing the wind, reaping the whirlwind at Yale: Thoughts on breeding politically correct hothouse plants in the Ivy League and beyond.

“Be quiet,” the girl screams to the Master of her college. “As your position as master, it is your job to create a place of comfort and home for the students that live in Silliman.” But wait: Is it? Is that the job of the administrative head of a college dormitory at Yale? Is Yale an institution for the emotionally broken? Well, this girl appears to think so. When Christakis ventured to disagree with her, the student exploded: “Then why the fuck did you accept the position?” she screamed. “Who the fuck hired you?” She then demanded that he “step down” because being a master is “not about creating an intellectual space” but rather “creating a home.” In loco parentis? “You should not sleep at night,” she sobbed. “You’re disgusting.” She then turns and stomps off. End of tirade. Curtain.

Let’s step back and remember what prompted all this anger, not just on the part of the pathetic specimen who attacked Nicholas Christakis, but also the several hundred other students who confronted him and other university officials over the last week or so.

My cunning plan to bring down the Ivy League from within continues to bear fruit.