A Baptist minister, a priest and a rabbi walk into a bar … Aw, shoot, this joke might offend someone. How ‘bout , “What do you call an Aggie shepherd?” Naw, this might also be offensive to some folks. Hmm, let’s see… Knock, knock! Who’s there? Hadji. Hadji who? Hadji come up with such a dumb joke? Okay, I think I just offended a mess of Muslims. Dang it! These days, I can’t even open my mouth without offending some group of people who walk around with their panties in a wad.
It seems like every day I hear about some group of disgruntled malcontents who are objecting to American traditions. Religious extremist are offended by Halloween and atheists complain about nativity scenes. Grossly undereducated whiners are trying to purge anything related to the Confederacy while Native Americans and their lawyers claim certain professional sports teams have derogatory mascots. A wackadoodle with wild hair offends Mexicans, women reporters and intelligent voters while his fans who can’t distinguish a Tootsie Roll from a cat turd get offended at folks who poke fun at their beloved purulent postulator. Oops, I might’ve just offended somebody who owns a thesaurus.
The popular term that keeps popping up like a poot in the pool is “political correctness”. These days, we all are supposed to alter our vocabulary in order to be politically correct and not unintentionally offend some group. One misguided word can potentially hurt a thin-skinned bellyacher, and suddenly you are labeled as a racist, sexist, communist, extremist or another term than would be politically incorrect to list here. Oh, believe me, I know. In the past, I have insulted all sorts of people, from apiculturists to vegans, yet it was all in fun. But nowadays, I wonder if I too should be politically correct. Hmm, let me ponder over this.
