I have a couple different streams of thoughts in my head. I don't really think they are related but I get the funny feeling they might be. So I'm just going to write about them and see where I end up. I hope you don't mind.
I think that words only have the power we give them. I love words, I read a lot more books than I watch movies. Honestly, in the last few years if there's no baseball, football, wrestling, Big Brother or Criminal Mind(s) shows the TV is manly off unless I just want to mentally vegetate. Most of what I talk about so far here I see during commercial breaks or whatever game I am watching is boring.
And the fact that I like words is why I don't like political correctness. To me true political correctness is censorship; it means you can't really say what you want to say the way you want to say it. It goes totally against the freedom of speech.
Over the years, I have been called everything in the book. Most of the time I deserved it and never took offense. The one time that I was offended; most people probably would have thought little of it. I absolutely hate being called crippled. I am lazy, I am slow, I am some times dim witted and I have been a total A-hole at times. I know I am not the best person in the world, I am improving but got a long way to go. I have been called a bastard and deserved it even though Mom was married when she had me. I was only offended when called a cripple but I didn't get mad.
Why? Because I had a friend who was a mentor to me who once asked me, "Would you be offended if someone called you a chair? No, you wouldn't because your not a chair." And he was right.
Yes, the word cripple bothered me but I know I am not. But the person who said it to me honestly meant what he said. See, to me the word cripple makes me think of an old man who is so riddled with arthritis that his legs, never straighten, his hands are so bad that they are always balled up and can't function correctly.
Now that may be where I am heading in my life, but now and the moment that he said it that was/is not who I was.
But if you look at the description of what I think of the word and know how I move and talk I probably do come off to some people
Even though I am offended by the word I understood where it came from I was not angry. And I would rather know that is what someone thinks of me and I can deal with them accordingly.
And I think that this country is getting way to sensitive about things that are being said and overreacting way too much.
I still haven't been told why Donald Trump has been called racist for wondering where President Obama was born.
I don't get why a wrestler, who is essentially an actor, had to go to sensitivity training for suggesting another wrestler was weak and used a perceived gay stereotype to do so. If the wrestler he said it to was offended by it that is one thing but the fact that GLAAD got all snooty about it doesn't make sense. The perceived perception that being gay is bad isn't going to go away because jokes are not being made. And before someone gets upset about that I have had some very close friends who are gay. I have not met a gay person (male or female) that I did not like. There is someone in my life that I suspect is gay but I am not sure how/if to talk to them about it and let them know it's all right.
I don't understand why a black wrestler made a disparaging remark to a couple of Mexican wrestlers and there are people who are upset about that. If it bother's those wrestlers that is one thing but every one else needs to get over it.
To me political correctness has got to stop; if for no other reason I would rather know who is thinking those "bad" thoughts rather than not know where a person is coming from.
How does the saying go? Something about the evil you know versus the unknown evil?
I didn't think I would write that much on that one thought stream. More tomorrow, my fingers are tired.
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