Fidget spinners are symptomatic of a generation of nitwit peabrains lacking even the wherewithal to entertain their vacuous lasagna-minds with the bounty of life as it unfolds before them--No , they opt instead to distract themselves with a trinket whose gaudy, flashy, predictable rotation mirrors the circular thoughts that race about their brain. When was the last time you looked at your hands? When was the last time you breathed in the open sky? WHen was the last time you spanked a muddy hog? How about instead of fidgeting your spinner you look me keen in the eye and do something you can be proud of love, Dad