Opening Salvo

Today, I join the rest of the cyberworld in blogmania. Why anyone would care about what I have to say is beyond me, but I can promise you only intellectual honesty, hopefully some weird humor, and God knows what else.

Since I am retired from sucking brains for a living, I am a lot more content with my life. I really have no basis upon which to bitch. That doesn't mean that I won't bitch though. Just consider it baseless for the most part.

My thoughts today are on "political correctness". I really have to wonder what sort of idiot came up with this concept. It seems that everything and everybody has an alternate name. Not to jump right on the race issue, but I first became aware of this when "people of color" became the substitute for blacks, Indians, Orientals, etc. Of course this spilled right into terms that are acceptable for women and men. They became non-gender "persons". Such as "chairperson", "spokesperson", etc. I am really surprised that we can still utter the word "child" rather than some ding-dong word as "progeny" or "gene pool mixture". This social habit grates on me so much that I have developed several even more derogatory terms, such as "Rice Burner", "one brick short of a load" (for "mentally challenged"), and many more.

I think most, if not all, of this stupidity comes from the fact that all people have the need to artificially inflate their egos. It is no longer appropriate for the garbage man to be called just that. No-no, he has to be a "professional" and be called a "sanitary engineer". Forget the fact that he never really wanted the job; he just had to have it to eat. Why? Likely because he was too misguided to educate himself when he had the chance. Eons ago, a "professional" was only a person who had the education, drive, and whatever to work for himself and be his own boss.

OK, if this sounds too harsh, so be it. The world and society needs all kinds, (horrors politically incorrect) a spade is a spade.

If you agree or disagree, let me know.