I do. I really, really hate PC.
This started out as a comment, but I think that over a certain size a comment should learn to stand on its own. I don't know what size that is, but I think I am nowhere near done so I'm calling it. Therefore, I'd better give this some context.
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I can't type to save my life, so in chat like discord I have to choose my words carefully or the conversation may have changed three times before I respond. In posts and comments I don't have this problem. Nobody but I will know that this took me several days. I get to rant to my heart's content, so here goes.
Nigger. I understand how offensive that word is, and I will never address anyone by it. Maybe a black man has the right to label himself and his homies thus, maybe not, but I understand full well that I do not have such a right. What I do not understand, however, is how "the N word" is any less offensive. The word is Nigger, people, however you try to dress it up. It is offensive, and it is meant to be.
"I'm gonna beat the crap outa him cuz he called me the N word?" I think not.
Niggrah. Fortunately, I believe that word is disappearing, since it is merely a pretence at civility. The proper word is Negro. Any distortion is impolite at best.
African American. Now there is a bullshit term if ever I've heard one. A Negro born in the USA can't be just an American, he has to be some sort of (inferior) hybrid?
The best term for persons of African descent, to my mind, is from the 60s and 70s. Black. As in Black is beautiful. Or, if you want to really scare the crap out of the bigots, God is Black, and She is beautiful.
Next, please.
Native American. Another bullshit term. A native, I am told, is a person born in a specified place or associated with a place by birth, whether subsequently resident there or not. That means most of the people here other than me are natives of (the United States of) America.
Another interpretation could be not of immigrant stock. Could be, but isn't. Everyone is of immigrant stock. The so-called Indians (I think to sell Columbus' lie that he was looking for and had found the East,) came from the west across the bridge that then existed between Mongolia and Alaska, and then spread south. The rest of you came by sea from the east, apart from a few who island-hopped across the Pacific.
Actually, the only people in the world who have not migrated from somewhere (wait for it, racists,) are those in certain parts of Africa. See, I knew you'd love this. You are all black. There are no races. When you call another man a nigger you call yourself a nigger. The only difference between an Ethiopian and an Alabaman is intensity of sunlight. It's just pigmentation that has you all upset.
I got a little carried away there. I was talking about the people we used to know as Indians. Which they obviously aren't. The correct term, politically or otherwise, should probably be their respective tribal names. The proper ones, not the ones the white men gave them without so much as a by-your-leave. Often, I understand, that tribal name will be "the people" in their language. For what are they if not people?
Next, please.
Back to black people, for I have an interesting anecdote to relate. Once upon a time, after the dinosaurs but before many of you were born, I drove a taxi for a small company in central London. One of my fellow drivers, whom I will call Gary, was from southern Ireland, near Cork I think. Now Gary had this beautiful Irish brogue. He was also rather tall, maybe 6'2". The most obvious thing about Gary though was that he was (and I hope still is, he'd be about my age,) as black as the ace of spades.
I don't think there are many Black Irish, there certainly were very few in London. In front of strangers we would always call him Gary, but amongst friends and especially to his face we would call him the Leprecoon. It was probably our boss who first called him that. Our boss helped teach me how to be outrageous without taking a beating. Anyway, Gary liked his new name; I think he felt we trusted our friendship enough to take the mickey.
So you see, it's not so much the name as the context.
Next, please.
Queer. Faggot. Fag. Nancy boy. Shirt lifter. Homo. Sissy. Queen. Brown hatter. Limp wristed. Fairy. Pansy. Pouffe. Lesbo. Dyke. Butch. Femme. Tranny. And many, many more. I myself have been called quite a few names from this list. Personally I like bent as a nine bob note.
This particular part of my rant is more about LGBTQ+ than it is about all the less savoury terms. All I have to say about them is roll with it. Often the ones calling you names are just jealous because you can be who you want to be but they can't be who they want to be.
Once upon a time people were either straight or queer, queer being a sort of one size fits all term for those who differ from what are considered sexual norms. We're here, we're queer, get over it. Then gay took over. I have to admit queer pride doesn't have the same ring to it. Then lesbians wanted seperate billing. I mean, there were always lesbians, but it was the gay community. After that, bisexuals wanted their own letter too. Why, because they are part-time faggots? Next were trans people. Okay, I think I understand this one. A female born in a male body or vice versa may be gay or straight, but either way deserves support under the gay umberella. But Q? Queer? Isn't that where we came in?
Next, please.
Two hippies are walking hand in hand down the street past a construction site. Amongst the wolfcalls and whistles comes a shout of "Which one of you is the boy?" One hippie replies "Suck my cock and I'll tell you." That hippie might have been me.
Nowadays I am buysexual. If I want sex I have to buy it.
*-If you feel offended by my little rant I promise that was not my intention. However, in order to feel offended you had to have read it. There is hope.
Trust me, I'm a doctor.
Catweasel
Never ascribe to malice what may be adequately explained by stupidity.
