Will Political Correctness Finally Crash Land and Die?
I am old enough to remember a time when there was no such thing as political correctness, where you could call a fat person fat, a black person black, and people who now mentally challenged were just plain retards. Since the 80s, we have had a slow and steady narrowing of what is acceptable to say, what is acceptable to think, and how to behave towards others. Let’s not forget the death of the N word (unless you are a rapper, in which case you can hand with Yo Niggas and all be good, right?), which has lead to the R word (retards) and so on…
Political correctness has been an insane one way ratchet that only gets more and more insane as the days go by. Wait, can I still say insane? People are now differently abled and have weight related issues and we even smoke “medical” marijuana because we are too politically correct to admit we just want to get high. We are both in theory suppose to respect the religions of others but somehow not mention god or ask God to bless anything – except if you are the American President, he (or she) can always ask god to bless that great country! We have ended up with Satanists giving the invocation at city council, talk about endless PC equality.
The good news, my friends, is that 2016 looks like a crucial turning point for political correctness, and we have Donald “the hair” Trump to thank for it all. See, the Donald is running for President on a platform that seems to mostly be about offending as many people as possible by not being politically correct. What is interesting is not that he is no being PC, but rather the large numbers (some would suggest the majority) that can get behind at least one of his outlandish statements because, well, they are tired of not mentioning the obvious.
It also comes from the famous group “Black Lives Matter”, which is an oddly segregated and racist concept all to itself. Note that White Lives, Asian Lives, or Indian lives are apparently not allowed to matter here, which is pretty un-PC to start with. What BLM has brought to the table is an incredible pyramid of PC nonsense that basically builds up an image of the black man (and woman) being down trodden and abused, somehow unable to keep a job or avoid ending up in jail because of “whitey”. This only plays out if you are political correct enough not to mention that many inner city blacks fail to have an education, are seemingly unable to communicate in plain english, are unwilling or unable to show up at a job and keep it, and are unwilling to meet the basic standards of respect for others.
BLM is a particularly one way ratchet of political correctness. Recently, a pizzeria decided to have a campaign promoting black olives on their pizzas. Their slogan was a very tongue in cheek “Black Olives Matter”. It was as if they had gone out in the street and shot someone, because BLM leaders pretty much crapped themselves over this little pizza place having the nuts to riff off of their cause for a little attention. For me, it’s a no harm, no foul thing, and perhaps even something that points out how ubiquitous and important BLM should and could be. Instead, the BLM people are all upset because it’s basically not PC to play off their grand cause.
Perhaps they can go burn down a gas station in protest or something… that always seems to work. Oh wait, I can’t say that, it’s not PC.
So as the PC levels get ratcheted up, the Donald Trump supporters (seemingly mostly white and a little, umm, retarded) are screaming harder and harder about no longer wanting to be PC, and not longer wanting to stop stating the obvious. BLM is perhaps a turning point for many, both from outside and inside the black community. We have reached a point where it’s not politically correct to point out what is going on, to look subjectively at things and point out what is plain to see. Over the cries of “Dats Waysisssst!”, perhaps we are all coming to realize that things only get better when you accept reality and work on it, and not cover it up with PC terms and “you can’t say that” magic words.