​I think I need to be sent to millennial sensitivity school.

Back in 2016, I was having lunch at a fast food joint with two bros who often ministered with me in the local jail.

We were minding our own business at our own table, talking privately between ourselves about the upcoming elections and the Second Amendment, when a thirty-something dude walked up and told us to stop talking because it was “hurting his feelings.”

At first we were incredulous and thought it was a joke. But he kept on, insisting we had no right (he actually said that) to discuss the elections or the Second Amendment in a public place because that hurt his feelings.

He literally was about to cry, while also being verbally aggressive. It was like a toddler having a tizzy fit, with self centered crying and aggressive acting out at the same time.

I politely asked him to leave us alone because we were having a private conversation (we, in fact, had not said anything outside normal Second Amendment political stuff and certainly didn’t intend for anyone else to listen in).

He wouldn’t stop, however, and kept slowly moving closer towards us while getting more animated and aggressive.

I finally gave him a stern look and said in a firm voice to back away or else I would be exercising my Second Amendment rights. He looked shocked – not knowing if I was concealed carrying – but made a snide comment while beating a hasty, panicked retreat from the restaurant.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he wet his pants as he fled to the parking lot.

Folks, this was so bizarre we could only stare at each other in amazement after he finally left.

I do conceal carry, but not because I’m belligerent or into guns.

Rather, it’s because my wife and I have been repeatedly threatened and stalked by deranged followers of predatory clergy and cult figures whom I’ve investigated and confronted – as a retired attorney and local church leader – on behalf of women and children they’ve sexually abused.

Nonetheless, that episode in the restaurant illustrates how the left has distorted a generation into believing their highest right is to not be offended over their infantile sensibilities.

I was glad to have been discretely carrying (not that anyone could have known) and that l had the means to deter and, if needed, stop him if he continued to escalate and moved to physically attack us.

Years ago someone who overheard us might have politely told us in passing that they disagreed. No big deal.

Now, however, emotionally stunted imbeciles demand that we be quiet and threaten us for “hurting their feelings.”

Seriously?

I guess I just don’t get it because I’m too insensitive when it comes to men who still need pacifiers.

Me bad.