Let them fight! Let the SWJs devour their young! Let the noose of victimhood edge tighter around their skinny quinoa-filled necks, bursting their egos one by one, like children popping bubble wrap in the rain! Until all that is left is the Queen Victim, the ultimate survivor worthy of all our praise, the supremely downtrodden untouchable, with all the characteristics of a victim and zero character, judge me by the content of my character, and we shall and all will be good in the world again.