I had a conversation with a great friend this weekend about the overwhelming amount of power given to words and language in today’s socially conditioned politically correct human experiment. It seems that the language police have actually managed to secure enough power to dictate what is and is not acceptable to say and there are actual consequences for speaking these words. Not so much going to jail, but you can lose a job, lose friends, be labeled a racist, hater, and get labeled as this, that, or the other, regardless of context of however the word or phrase in question was used or intended. We, as an American society, have become more judgmental of one another than ever. Ironically, prime time TV and most cable channels have reached a point where they can get away with doing and saying shit that we could only see and hear on late night Cinemax when we were kids. Too bad the laws have not followed suit to achieve such rigid standards. Martha Stewart gets three years for some bullshit insider trading, but violent sex offenders regularly skate with minimum sentences or probation. Back to the main point here… Language has finally overcome the old phrase, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Shit, nowadays, words have the power to destroy lives, be they the lives of the offender who spoke the words or the victim who allowed those words to affect them so catastrophically. My favorite comedian, and the most brilliant, in my opinion, began this conversation decades ago.
I get it, people don’t like to be labeled. People don’t like to hear things they have been conditioned to believe are “bad” or are clearly directed at them as the paradigm of the word implies. People no longer have the ability or training to either ignore things they don’t like, challenge those words with something more intelligent than social suppression, or actually take the time to ask what was actually meant by the speaker. FUCK NO!!!! IT’S ALL BAD!!!! And if it makes me feel bad, I must attack and condemn that person into extinction to reinforce the shields around my personal safe space at the expense of everyone else who disagrees!!!
I think our main problem is that we have skipped ahead to defining what makes a word bad before anyone ever took the time to define what a word really is. Here lies the confusion. I looked up the definition and there were multiple hits, but they all break down to the same basic principle. A word is nothing more than a combination of consonants and verbs strung together to communicate a verbal expression of a thought or feeling. That’s it. The word itself may or may not define the character of the speaker, but the receiver’s interpretation or inference of that spoken word also does not define the character of the person who spoke that word. This is where communication fails because now we have been given a playbook and a checklist of what cannot be said or you are an offender in one form or another with no regard to the power of the victim who is too weak to overcome SOUNDS.
Here are a few examples.
African/Asian/Hispanic/Native/Whatever American. Let’s ignore the absence of Caucasian American and that inherent hypocrisy of “inclusion” and “equality,” and ask a simple question. If anyone in America who adopts one of these self-appointed labels travels to another country, does that country recognize or accept that same title? I’ll give you a hint. The answer rhymes with NO. Go to Europe and you are either American or not and any reference to your physical appearance is purely descriptive. Sure, try going to England or Germany and calling a black man African American. Please get a picture of their expression before they tell you to fuck off.
LGBT. I think there is a Q in there too, but I have also been told that queer is a derogatory term, so until they can make up their fucking minds, than they can stick that Q right up their asses because if I can’t use it, neither can they! I grew up around gay people and worked with many throughout my military career before the repeal of DADT and they were nowhere near as sensitive as the LGBT community now. It was never an issue to throw out words like fag, dyke, cocksucker, carpet muncher, pillow biter, etc. They gave back as good as they got, so to speak, and at the end of the day, we were all laughing and got along great because were better united by laughing at what makes us different instead of being afraid of it as we are currently forced to be. They never needed shielding, special treatment, or protection, we just treated them the same as we did everyone else and never judged. Now, all of my gay friends can say these words to each other all they want in front of their straight friends, but if I say it, I am the asshole. What the fuck? Shit, my friends and I used to play a game in the yard when we were kids called Smear the Queer. According to our parents, queer meant something different than what it has evolved into today and lawn darts will come back before that game is ever acceptable again. #5 was footnoted as becoming more of an issue in the mid-20th century. The other derivative definitions have since been eliminated in modern PC slavery.
Racist words. Plenty of examples to choose from, but this one is more of a heat getter now than ever and understandably so. I am the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, American man with primarily European roots and possibly some Indian…excuse me, NATIVE AMERICAN heritage (I am lazy and haven’t actually done the genealogy to confirm or deny that yet), born and raised in America, given over half of my life to defend every American, not a single one of my descendants ever owned a slave or engaged in the oppression of any other race or culture that we can find in our history, but I am the asshole. Hell, my black friends use the “N-word” in front of me constantly and often refer to me that way as I would refer to them as dude. Doesn’t bother me in the least and I pay it no attention because I know their is no negative connotation from my friends when they say it to me because it’s part of an upbringing and culture that I will never know. They’re my friends and it is the same as them calling me dude or bro because I know them well enough to never be made to feel uncomfortable or afraid based upon their character and the friendships we have enjoyed for so long. However, they have all told me in similar conversations that I cannot say that word no matter what. Even if they know and accept that if I did, it would be no different than me calling them dude, I would likely get my ass kicked if the wrong person heard it and better safe than sorry because the social conditioning of political correctness has applied multiple standards of acceptability to different groups and situations. Hence, there is NO standard. The rules are written in pencil and those with the loudest voices have the largest eraser to change the rules as they see fit to meet their agenda. However, in 41 years of being able to form and express words, the only times I have used that word EVER is when quoting a funny line from Sam Jackson or Dave Chappelle. I may be a victim of my own hypocrisy, but I also don’t like getting my ass kicked….
FPCON: One of the many military equivalents of succumbing to the PC culture. Short for Force Protection Condition, indicating the current possibility, probability, or likelihood of your base or installation being attacked. It used to be called THREATCON, short for threat condition. The various conditions require actions as simple as checking IDs at the gate and requiring personnel to lock their vehicles all the way to donning battle rattle, arming personnel, and implementing defensive measures. Why? Because there is a legitimate threat that they may/will be attacked and KILLED. And what do we call that entity that is trying to inflict harm and death upon us in the military? THE THREAT!!! No, THREATCON, though it rolled off the tongue so easily and clearly and everyone knew exactly what it meant, obviously implied that being prepared to repel attackers, return fire, and kill the enemy to eliminate the THREAT that is trying to kill US was too insensitive and direct. For those of my readers who have never served, you would shit your drawers if you knew how many worthless ass hats got promoted for simply changing an acronym, title, or abbreviation without actually affecting a process or the mission in any way, let alone for the positive. Fucking shameful and goddamn aggravating!
Taking the lord’s name in vain. This one has pissed me off since long before I ever went to church or read the bible. What the fuck does that even mean? I am sick of these self-righteous fart bubbles telling me what I mean when they hear me say goddamn or Jesus Christ when I express a feeling about something with which I disagree. Overly sensitive Christians freak out if I dare utter those phrases in front of them because to them, whether I have any knowledge or awareness of the implications of those words as understood by those who believe the shit they read in a book that was written 400 years after the events took place by a control focused group of people with piss poor record keeping ability at the time is directly intended for me to blame God or Jesus for me being pissed off at the bitch who almost killed me in traffic because she was too busy fiddlefucking around on her phone to pay attention to her driving or the asshole clogging the line at the supermarket so he can write an illegible check for a four dollar pack of cigarettes. Hey Christians, GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!! As God’s advocates, I ask you to look at those cherished 10 commandments and honestly evaluate yourselves before you judge me. Judge not, lest ye be judged? Sound familiar? Go read the book again and find how the old and new testaments DON’T contradict one another before you go home and jerk off in the mirror about what good Christians you are before you dare come at me with your bullshit. I give God a shitload more credit than you ever will because if God were as judgmental and hypocritical as you ass clowns, then I guess there is no life after death for me because who wants to spend eternity with you douche bags? Hint, NOT ME.
I can write a book on this topic, but I think you get the picture of where I am coming from at this point, so I will end it here. We need to get over ourselves and get to know each other. This is the only way we can free ourselves from the shackles of our self-imposed PC incarceration. Confront the truth. Speak the truth. Accept the truth. Be honest with each other and ourselves and take the time to actually get to know and understand each other. Until we do that, we will continue to expand the division and we will continue to further distance ourselves from uniting as we so desperately claim to want to do as a single human race. Let’s get over ourselves and get to know each other. Language is secondary. Character is what matters.
I leave you with another clip from my hero to provide far better context than I have in everything you just read.