Political correctness. We often discuss it, we often employ it, we even often argue whether it should exist or should not exist. But the one thing we don’t discuss is how dangerous it can be when utilised.
“Hello Gabby how are you going?” “Fine thank you Wendy, how are you?” “Oh I’m good, can’t complain. By the way do you like the dress I’m wearing? Do you think it looks good on me?” Asks Wendy. Wendy is a morbidly obese woman, which is not only horrible to look at (Shaun’s notes: people can pretend that looking at somebody fat is okay, but deep down inside they know different – Some fatties have cute faces, but the body leaves a lot to be desired) but very unhealthy for that morbidly obese person. Gabby, is going to tell Wendy how beautiful she looks in her new dress even though her second belly cannot be hidden no matter what Wendy wears. The only thing being accomplished here, besides making Wendy feel good, is the furthering of a potential heart attack.
Another example perhaps of the stupidity of political correctness.
Recently I was sitting at a friend’s house discussing mental retardation. I was quickly taken to task by my friend’s wife, “they’re mentally challenged”, she snapped. Now, me being me, I quickly snapped back, “oh please, don’t wax politically correct with me! They are mentally retarded and they don’t care what its called.” Most of the time the mentally retarded don’t care either way what it’s labelled, because it means very little to them. You see these terms such as mentally challenged, are only put in place to please you and me, not the retarded person, because again the retarded person does not care and until we placed our sensitive values onto them, they did not even fathom the terms such as mentally challenged. It’s the same as some of the parents out there, that include their sensibilities onto their children. Many of them say that they are doing what’s best for Little Johnny or Little Susie, but they are not. They are simply doing certain things to please themselves and their own insecurities. Is it any wonder that so many of our children these days have ADHD and obsessive compulsive disorder?
This kind of goes along with what I was saying in yesterday’s article about transgender children doesn’t it? The parents in many ways allowing very young children to believe that transgender lifestyles are okay, actually putting their own insecurities onto the child, because the child does not know how to make those types of decisions as yet. Rather than allowing the child to decide for themselves when they get older, (21, 25, 30 years of age) they place their own insecurities on the child at a young age by making that decision for them, whether it be for or against the transgender movement.
In the dictionary the definition of retarded is:
datedoffensiveless advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one’s age.“the child is badly retarded” · “they’re treated as if they’re mentally retarded” · “perhaps I’m emotionally retarded”
You can clearly see in the definition, it says “less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one’s age.” And above that you can see that it also says, “offensive“. Why? Why is this offensive to use a term such as mentally retarded to explain what is wrong with a person? This term did not become offensive until the 90s and isn’t it quaint that this was around the time that political correct madness started taking hold. By the way, before the 90s the term in the dictionary did not contain the word offensive. As I said before, (in fact time and time again) our dictionaries are being rewritten to further an agenda.
If we want to wax intellectual on the subject, mentally challenged is the wrong term to be using for those that were born without certain mental abilities. I professionalise in this because I was bought up with a mentally retarded person. His name was Neil Woods. He had his own language, of which my brother and I had to learn because the rest of the town on the most part had no clue what he was saying. They understood the basics, for instance when he wanted something to eat, but when it came to a full on conversation, most of them had no clue what he was discussing. Whereas my brother and I did understand, because we had learned his language.
“Sheorge, nah fi’issh.” = Shaun, no we’re finished.
“Boh” = We’re not friends anymore.
“Him, doi doi doi doi” = The police came with their sirens going.
“Him” without the doi doi doi = The police are/were in town.
“Osche” = Food.
“fa’ey lil bardy” = Fucking little bastard.
“Pow” meant he wanted to punch someone in town.
“shishy four” meant 64 but this is what Neil would say when he was adding up. No matter what the sum, he would always mutter the words “shishy four” just to let you know you need to shut the fuck up whilst he adds up his numbers. Etc…
Neil did not care one iota about whether it was called mental retardation or mentally challenged. Number one he couldn’t think the words the way we can and nor could he definitely say it. But the thing to highlight here, is the fact that he just didn’t care. All he cared about was playing like a young boy (he was 21 when we met him but had the mind of something like a five-year-old that couldn’t talk) riding his bike up to the tip with his trailer on the back, (tip to you is landfill) to collect aluminium cans to make some money to go and by some lollies (candy) as any child would. The last thing on his mind was whether we called it mentally retarded or mentally challenged.
Again that is your insecurity, not his.
But I digress. Above where I started to discuss that if we want to wax intellectual about this subject we have to cover bases from every angle. So let’s do that and give the politically correct a dose of their own medicine.
If you want to talk mentally challenged, then you must be talking about a person that has not experienced a problem before. Because if they had experienced a certain problem before then they have most likely worked out a solution. Example, when we are babies we faced the problem of gravity. We found that our legs don’t quite work just yet so we have to face that problem to find a solution, so that we too can walk just like mummy and daddy.
So, if you’re a person that learned how to walk at age two or three, I’m daring to guess that you can walk pretty well right now, yes? I’m also daring to say, that if a baby was born with only one arm, then by the time they are 20 to 25 (even younger but as an example) they know how to problem solve with that one arm. In fact it’s not even a problem for them because it’s all they’d ever known.
Take a look at a friend of mine that I call the captain. He was hit by polio at age 3 and fast learned that he had to use just one arm. Recently when I received what they think is a pinched nerve, I lost use of my left hand. This created a challenge for me. I looked the captain in the eye and I said “captain, I don’t know how you do it.” He looked back at me with almost a shit eating grin and said “it’s not a challenge to me, because this is all I’ve known. You’re the one who has it hard because this is new to you.”
And right there ladies and gentlemen is my very point. You can’t possibly be mentally challenged unless there is a challenge there. A person that is born with one arm learns to live with one arm and life’s routine is no longer a challenge to them. The same goes for people who are mentally retarded. If they are born retarded they form a routine and don’t see what they do day to day as a challenge. On the other hand if you were not born with that mental retardation and then all of a sudden you have a car accident which retard’s the brain, then learning how to relive because of that new-found retardation, would be a challenge. Only then could you to truly use the term mentally challenged.
Now of course, I’m using the above paragraph to rub it in the faces of the ridiculousness that comes from political correct “retard’s”. Anything can be made to be politically correct as I have clearly illustrated here for you today or tonight. I don’t give a shit at all. If you’re mentally retarded you are mentally retarded, period.
The dangers in all of this are where people put their insecurities onto the mentally retarded. This is where the battle begins. Somebody that contains the insecurities of the argument between mentally challenged and mentally retarded explain this insecurity as best they can to the retarded person and then the retarded person themselves start to take offence to the term. Some retarded people don’t quite grasp that there is anything wrong with them, but when this argument is put forth to them it gets some of them that are only lightly retarded to start contemplating that there may be something wrong with them and this can have dire consequences.
I did a little bit of work for people that were looking after those that had down syndrome. Many of the boys and girls that I met there really did not fathom that there was anything wrong with them. They might have known something on very surface level, but that’s where it stayed. However, when you start introducing these arguments and placing your insecurities onto them you’d be surprised just how riled up they can become. Not just toward you, but also toward each other as a down syndrome community. And an obvious danger which I don’t think I need to mention, (but we are probably dealing with some idiot political correct fools that are reading this) is that it can greatly affect the confidence within that person with down syndrome.
Here is another great danger that comes from political correctness that many people have had to experience all around the world. We’ve all had to come across people with different accents ever since the gates to mass immigration were opened all around white Western civilisation. We found how hard it can be to understand certain accents and how confused people can become very quickly. Well now imagine two doctors in a hospital verbally subscribing some medication whilst another doctor also with an accent is in the room and listening. What happens when a Chinese doctor with an accent verbally subscribes medication for the patient but the Filipino doctor hears that wrong due to the accent difference and gives the wrong medication to the patient, as happened to Peter Shank (radio host) back in 2006. His mother was given the wrong medication due to this very fact and she almost died.
Why did this happen? I’ll tell you why. It happened because a group of political correct retard’s came fourth and said that it is wrong to call out a person that has an accent. So when you or I say to somebody, “you’re going to need to tidy up that accent because it’s going to create confusion here in the hospital and this could get somebody killed.” Automatically, you have the politically correct that were just waiting to pounce, come from the shadows and jump all over you for being so called racist. Rather than trying to find some resolve to a potential death on the operating table, or just simply somebody taking their pills, the politically correct come forth and stifle all of this, which ends up leading to a death that could have been avoided. And that death is just swept under the rug. “There were complications. We are very sorry he or she didn’t make it.” Little to the knowledge of the loved ones left behind those complications could have been avoided but this will never see the light of day, thanks to political correctness gone fucking mad!
Don’t you think it’s time that we start saying things as we see them? If a lady is fat tell her she’s fat. Perhaps she will then get off her fat arse and lose some weight which would mean that you helped save her life.
We all want to be nice to each other, but we are nicing ourselves to death. Too many times have I heard Mavis down the street say something along the lines of, “oh did you hear, Valerie down the street died. She had a heart attack!” Yet it was the same old Mrs Mavis that told Valerie all of her young life that she looked beautiful in that dress and never once told her that she was fat.
Political correctness kills and at very least stifles resolve. So you go right ahead and be politically correct if you want, me however, I’m going to say it as I see it and if you don’t like that, tough shit!