“Politically Correct”, According to Who?
Just who are the “Political Correct” Police? How did they get that job and what are their qualifications? I want to know, who I have to look out for when I give an opinion.
I want to know just when do the words “Politically Correct” apply to how Americans feel about a subject? I made a comment on a friends blog a few days ago, and decided to run the post on my blog. I feel that strongly about the subject, so here it is.
I’m so tired of the words “Politically Correct” that I actually wonder what moron first came up with this phrase. That being said, when does “Politically Correct” apply to what is right or wrong for the normal everyday American or just America in general?
Anyone with, oh, let’s say, the IQ of a 5th grader would tell us that building a Mosque, and one this grand in size, near Ground Zero, is not “Politically Correct” for Americans.
Well, I decided to look up the words “Politically Correct” to see if it actually applies to this situation. A couple of definitions I really liked. In reality, there seems to be many definitions for the phrase, and the words “Politically Correct” go way back in history, but they seemed to have popped up again, back in the 80’s in our country and have been used more and more, as a tool to discredit or fight back against anything and everything one person or group doesn’t like about those in another group.
When arguing, it seem’s once someone accuses another of being “Politically Incorrect” the argument sort of comes to a halt or at least “slows up” somewhat, so everyone can concentrate on whether or not something is “Politically Correct”. What a waist of words and time this phrase really is.
Someone wrote their personal version of this fable on the internet. I chose to use the original version from Aesop’s Fables as an example of the definition of the words “Politically Correct”.
A Man and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?”
So the Man put the son on the Donkey and they went on their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father walk while he rides.”
So the Man ordered his son to get off, and got on himself. But they hadn’t gone far when they passed two women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.”
Well, the Man didn’t know what to do, but at last he took his son up before him on the Donkey. By this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them. The Man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor donkey of yours with you and your hulking son?”
The Man and his son got off and tried to think of what to do. They thought and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the donkey’s feet to it, and raised the pole and the donkey to their shoulders.
They went along amid the laughter of all who met them till they came to Market Bridge, when the Donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the Boy to drop his end of the pole. In the struggle the Donkey fell over the bridge, and his forefeet being tied together he was drowned.
“That will teach you,” said an old man who had followed them:
“Please all, and you will please none.”
I think this says it all! ss