Political correctness. That's a good one. Have we really become so pathetic that we're not able to take making fun of ourselves, and with that said, people who may be different than ourselves? But wait! That might mean that we're not giant pansies that can take a small blow, and that we can stand on our own 2 feet. I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm notorious for making fun of myself, my traits, my looks, my family, my wife, my dog, the way I wear my clothes, the way I fit my clothes, my bushy eyebrows, my wedding ring that alternates between two fingers, my tan lines, my left foot that is three sizes smaller than the right, my left calf that is smaller than my right, and a plethora of other things that I can think of about myself.
I'm still living.
In fact, you (the reader) are probably sitting here and questioning my sanity, and feeling sorry for me and the fact that I likely have the lowest self esteem of anyone that you know, and that it's no wonder that I make fun of so many other people if I feel so bad about myself.
Well thanks for the concern, but I'm just fine, thank you very much. In fact, I'm better than fine. You seem, I'm not a part of the pussification of the so called "First World" countries. I might live in Canada, one of the monarchial countries of PCness, but that doesn't mean I support or agree with it. I'm quite fine being at peace with the way that I am, and the way that I will be. I have a sense of humor, and I have no problem looking at myself with a smile on my face and telling myself that I'm an idiot. I also have no issue with looking into my life and seeing the stupid errors that I make, and the occasional thing thing that I do correctly. I'm very comfortable with my cynicism and view of the world in my blue colored glasses. Maybe it's this very comfort with myself that makes it so easy for me to make fun of everything else in life that may, or may not involve me.
Take work, a very PC place to be. Every morning I get up, put on my mangina, and head to work to make sure that I'm all touchy feely and taking everyone else into consideration. I can't call someone a name, lest I create a HR nightmare with Memo's and writeups. Sometimes I have to censor myself so bad I have to hold my hand over my mouth to make sure that the things that I'm saying inside are making their way to the audible domain.
You might see that as a cop out, and me claiming that I'm not PC being a farce since I have to play that game at work. Well, I have a mortgage to pay, and there's no way in hell the bank is going to accept an IOU every two weeks because I said what I meant instead of saying what my PC censored thought should have been. I have to play the game and character at work, and that's not avoidable. However, once the clock tells me too, I'm good to go with my real thoughts. The mangina comes off and I'm myself.
Sometimes I'm surprised that people stick around me when I'm not at work. In fact, and truth be told, I don't let many people around me when I'm not at work as my sense of humor can easily corrupt, and not many share the same views. Translated, this makes me a loner, and someone who has few people close, and those who are close are very close. I'm frequently surprised that my wife puts up with me with some of the things that I say, since I'm comfortable to speak my mind.
So, where am I going with this?
Well, nowhere really. See, you assumed that there was a purpose to this post, and that I was going to foil the PC world and find a way to defeat (or at least maim) my foes. Well, this is a rant, meaning that it doesn't have to have structure to it, or even a point. Remember, this is just a collection of thoughts and ideas that happen to be flowing through my conscious mind that might be focused or unfocused.
Too many people pander to the propaganda of the PC crowd, which is likely caused by the feminist movement in some ways, since we've essentially established that people born with a penis are inherently wrong, and that we should always be in a state of "feeling" good. Since Political Correctness leaves everyone feeling good, it makes sense to link the two together. After all, the penis toting crowd tends to base their thoughts on logic, and what makes sense whereas females typically are more the feeling based people. With the rise of the feminist movement in the 60's to current, and the stereotyping of men as stupid animals that always mess up and have a smart woman there to clean up the mess and resolve the issue (see any TV show or commercial for this one) we've seen that everything has moved to a more "feeling" based global community. With "the feelers" expecting everyone to be conscious of other people's feelings, and that we should all be happy, it spills into every form of life and leaves the half of the population that is the majority following the whim of the minority. After all, male population does stand at 50.25% of the global population, according to one internet website, and if it's on the internet it's true to me.
So, we've established the fact that PC = females, and that the touchy feely crowd that is taking over the world brainwashing males into thinking that feelings are the only thing that matter.
It's simply not the truth. Give me one good reason that I should have to take everyone else's feelings into consideration before opening my mouth. After all, if I'm being stifled by the PC crowd, they're oppressing the very thing that makes me happy. And by not letting me be happy, they're not taking my feelings into consideration, and therefore breaking the very logic that makes them "right" in the first place. If they wanted me to be happy, I'd be allowed to say everything that comes into my head, when it comes into my head and not have to worry about any retribution from them. But, that will never happen.
After all, I'm wrong again, and since I'm not PC that means I'm thinking with my penis - meaning that I'm using the opposite of "feelings". Well, to that I say that two heads are better than one, or even none, and that there's no way that you're going to stifle me unless you're paying me really well. I'll strap my mangina on and play along as long as you're giving me enough money.
Everyone has their price.
Rantfully Yours,
Matt
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