It’s true. The left does control us – no, more than that – they own us. Everything we say is filtered through the jaded prism of political correctness. Fifty years ago my grandfather used to speak his mind. Thank God he’s dead now, because he would never survive being told what to say and how to say it.
Case in point: When my grandfather saw a black man he’d say, “Hey! Look at that – it’s a black man. Ya don’t see many of them around these parts.”
You see, my Grampa lived in unenlightened times. After all, “who knew they were really African-Americans?” I sure didn’t, at least not until the left told me about it. I used to think a person from Mexico was, well, a Mexican. But darn if I wasn’t wrong on that one, too. Turns out they’re really Hispanics. (Or was it Latino? I don’t remember. They all look brown to me.) And now, after only a few paragraphs, the left knows how to label and besmirch me: I’m a racist. But wait! There’s more!
In my Grampa’s day two men kissing were called homosexuals. But poor old Grampa was wrong on that one too. They’re not homosexual, they’re gay. (or lesbian, or bisexual or transgender or just plain GLBT for short.) Yes, it’s probably best my old gramps is dead.
You know, when I think about it, my Grampa and his entire generation (you know, the racist-bigoted-sexists who defeated Nazi Germany and drove the “Japs” back to their own little island? Oops, there goes my bigotry again.) I can’t help but think they had more freedom than we do now. They were free to think what they wanted, say what they wanted and do what they wanted. Nowadays you have to pull out a PC dictionary before you say, “Look Johnny, there are two GLBTs making love in the park, and one is an African-American while the other is of European descent. Guess we’d better just move along now and get about our business of worshiping the trees and feeding the squirrels with non-genetically modified corn, grown organically with absolutely no use of fossil fuels.”
Hmm, I just can’t envision my Grampa saying that. I think he’d put it something like this: “Dang those queers! Johnny, don’t look at that garbage. Turn your head. Now let’s get out there and shoot some squirrels for dinner. Your Gramma is counting on us to bring home some meat!”
America, how far have we fallen?
We live in a great, big, stupid world.
It’s true. The left controls us.
Question: But how do we break the chains?
Answer: Tell the left to kiss your hiney!
Oh my, how insensitive of me. I’m shocked by my own crass nature. I’ve offended my own delicate sensibilities. NOT! Gramps would kick my hiney if I ever said anything like that.
Here’s the story folks. The left made me like this. I used to look at a Mexican or Latino or whatever you want to call them and I would say: “Wow! That is so cool the way they can speak two languages!”
But now I say, “Get off your lazy buns and get a job! Get off welfare! Learn to speak English if you’re going to live here. And, for God’s sake, apply for citizenship!” (I won’t even let my kids watch Dora the Explorer on television anymore.)
