Looooooooooooooooooong ago, in a country not so far away, was a Constitution. And in the Constitution were amendments. And the first amendment to that Constitution was “Freedom of religion, of speech, of the press, to assemble, and to petition.”
“Freedom of religion, of speech, of the press, to assemble, and to petition.”
Really?
Then why is it that the moment you say what you feel, you’ve got about 5 civil rights groups, umpteen activists, a slew of coalitions, and a law suit up your butt?
“Oh, you can’t say that!!”
Why the hell not?
If I don’t like the President, I don’t like the President. And I’m not alone in that! So sue me and the other quarter million souls that don’t like him either.
It’s gotten to the point that if a man tells a woman she looks very pretty in the outfit she’s wearing, she can march her sweet ass down to Human Resources and file a “Sexual Harassment” charge against the man that enjoys the beauty of the female gender. There is nothing wrong with that. If your a gentleman that feels a woman should be complimented on how she looks that day…..please mail me at “I REALLY NEED A GOOD DOSE OF SELF CONFIDENCE” PO Box Need2know, My Town, USA ! And compliment away…………….
Men don’t have a problem with women complimenting them on their duds. I believe in giving credit where credit is due. If you’re looking suave in that three piece suit, I’m going to let you know! I have yet to hear of a man going to Human Resources complaining that the woman upstairs said he looked very nice today in his suit. The manager would laugh in his face and say “Are you for real?”
Speaking your mind has become a deal where you’re walking on eggs. I was recently in a restaurant where a family of hispanics was speaking, quite loud mind you, in spanish. Rude is an understatement. Now the first thing that is going to come to many people’s mind is “Why don’t they speak English?” And these people knew how to, very well. The waitress can atest to it! But really, why don’t they?
Nobody DARED to say anything. Why? Because you’d either be labeled a racist or discrimanatory bigot. Which I am neither. But why can’t you say it? Lord knows what they say in their language about us English speaking Americans in public, in front of us.
Then you have the people that are very into organics. That’s fine. And believe me, they don’t hold back. I have a couple friended on Facebook and well, everything you need to know about organics can be found on their Facebook page. Now I’m not like these naturalists. But I don’t thwart their propaganda. Because they have a right to say that they’re having chamomile tea leaves with red juniper berries and rice cakes made from the whole grain of the kernel for breakfast. Kudos! You’re a hell of a lot healthier than me at the moment. But if I say ANYTHING like “Are you kidding me? Tea and rice cakes for breakfast? Give me a Duncan Donut!” you can bet in a heartbeat I’ll have every bohemian ecoist up my butt along with the coalition for a organic and pesticide free world beating on my door. That’s not really fair, now is it?
The list of “Oh you can’t say that’s” goes on. From nationalities to political beliefs to religion and animal rights, you don’t DARE say anything derogatory or slandering in public.
Everyone has gotten SO sensitive about what others say or feel. When I was little and someone didn’t like my outfit, and I can think of a couple instances, they usually told me and well, I sucked it up. And moved on. I am NOT in anyway, shape or form traumatized by it. I really don’t care if you like it or not. And that goes for a whole slew of other issues. Parents are also SO protective of their children being made fun of or of others saying something derogatory to them. Short of bullying, yes, kids can be brutal with eachother. Kids don’t know how to handle it. So they grow up thinking no one should ever say anything bad. YOU CAN NOT PUT YOUR KID IN A BUBBLE! This is why there are SO many groups and organizations for the prevention of this, the stopping of that, the halting of the next thing and so on…..
The constitution has gone rubbish. And we need to get it back. I’m not sure how, without getting my undies in a wringer for it. But go ahead, sue me. I’m waiting by my mailbox for the court order.
