I've got beef, but it's not with beef

I'm all for activism.
While I don't ever take the time, nor can I ever really muster the interest - feigned or otherwise - to ever take part in it, I appreciate its existence and those who advocate on behalf of whatever unjust cause has ruffled their feathers (no pun intended, well kind of) at any given time.
I'm sure that somewhere activism works. I'm sure that the actions taken by any given group of people who have come together to fight for the same cause have resulted in the positive result they set out searching for. I'm sure that rooted in the very word, is the good-willed and well-thought of design in which to press forward to reverse some terrible tragedy that has been set into motion. I'm sure that somewhere, this actually happens.
I can't tell you the names of the towns or cities or campuses that I'm speaking of, because I tend to never stray too far away from the friendly confines of home.
What I can tell you, however, is that on that list of towns, cities or campuses, Brock University is not one of them.
Whether it's the region, the institution, or simply just the generation that we have been destined to, we've managed to breed such a distressing assemblage of apathetic monotones that we stimulate the appearance that we simply don't care about anything.
Just last week, BUSU had a poster scattered on bulletin boards around campus that was intended to inform the student population that they would be holding a forum on how to make your university experience better - acting on your behalf to ensure that the policies currently in place by the university are those which are not only meeting your expectations, but enhancing your overall experience.
What ended up happening was, instead of taking into account the importance of the text on the 11' by 17' piece of paper, some chose to not only dwell, but become un-nervingly enraged by the picture that accommodated the heading; "Got beef with academic policy?"
The image showed a bull fighter with a bull rushing past him.
This image was explained to be the depiction of a "brutally violent photo of European bull fighting" by one unhappy citizen via mass e-mail.
While I disagree with the assessment of the graphic, it's far from the point.
At 3:30 p.m. on Nov. 12, the academic policy meeting was about to commence, only to have those running it be met at the door with the same posters, with some disgruntled people's alterations.
On the new posters, phrases like "BUSU supports murder" and "BUSU supports cruelty" were written on them.
Two things came to mind when I saw this; 1) That the connection that BUSU supports these things could even be fathomed reaches far beyond my intellect, because really, how off the wall must one be in order to make that correlation, and 2) why would you put up the posters and run?
Would it have not been far more productive to stay and engage in some type of discussion over this issue that has got you so hot under the collar?
As an outsider to the situation I couldn't help but think that if it had been me, I would give absolutely no credit to whoever left these posters, nor would I manage any type of strength to take them seriously at all.
So to whomever left those posters, you've done nothing but embarrass yourselves. You haven't done a good job, you don't deserve a high five when you run back to your pack proud that you weren't seen and you certainly haven't helped any cause towards any injustice you feel has been done.
If you're that passionate about this topic, why are you wasting your time with a harmless, innocent graphic that in no way, shape or form was meant to represent whatever it was that you saw?
If you truly want to prove to me that I should listen to what you have to say, stick around to tell me the ins and outs of your complaint.
If you simply tuck your tail and run, well, it`s time to go back to activism school - because you haven`t accomplished anything.-Marc MacDonald