Don’t call me a name… I mean call me by my name, but not a name, O.K.

Part 1:

Does this make sense to you? Well, it should because if it doesn’t, you are a cruel and insensitive person for not understanding what I am writing. And I can say that, because I am writing, not talking. And if I were talking to you in person, it is doubly important that you understand me, because my feelings are important, right? If you don’t answer yes, remember you are cruel and insensitive.

The above paragraph is an example of the paradox caused by the “political correctness.”

The “PC” mindset boils down to this, “an insistence that we must be offended by certain things if we wish to be seen as right-thinking people.”

What?!? Does that make any sense? Not to me. Who defines “right-thinking?” Does it matter?

We must be the most easily offended generation in history, thanks in no small part to the media. Ever alert to things that might offend us and ever ready to be offended on our behalf. Much of this stems from the political correct movement that began in the late seventies.

Political correctness' focuses on how we speak, how bigotry has had the desirable effect of largely eliminating the public expression of casual, vernacular racism. But its' bull-shit is flourishing, thanks to its relationship with outrage. Political correctness with assistance from the media defines what's offensive; a few people take offense; the media inflates their thinned-skinned sensitivities into public outrage.

This vocabulary virus is attacking our capacity to feel shame and has mutated into a more aggressive form of unwillingness to accept responsibility and refusal to acknowledge error or harm done, let alone atone for it.

I am not advocating hateful speak here. But what I am advocating is the freedom of tactful expression. Simply put, to pick our battles. If you are wrong, buck up and admit it. If you are right - tactfully pick your defense and don't be afraid to speak up when the time comes.

Lately have you watched people on the street of America; they are scared to make eye contact with strangers. --- often fearing that they may offend someone with a simple vocal salutation or gesture of good nature. Punks! Yeah I said it, Punks!

I am a God fearing man and I know that I do not control my time of departure from this life; therefore I will not be afraid to speak my mind. Nor should you.

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