Guest Post by Uncola
For years now, we have seen political correctness pervade into every facet of our existence. Ostensibly, being presented as “kindness”, it has now progressed into full frontal attacks daily on our First Amendment rights here in the U.S. and the complete abandonment of common sense throughout Europe.
In the workplace today, diversity quite often supersedes competence. And, at colleges, where free thinking should most be cultivated, students turned snowflakes, are now encouraged to shelter in place within pre-ordained safe spaces that are apparently guarded by thought police.
What happened? Because I am beginning to believe that political correctness has become more of a death wish as opposed to kindness.
The Dalai Lama has stated: “Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.”
Is it really always possible? And even if it was: Is it advisable? Is it wise?
William Shakespeare wrote the following in “Hamlet”: “I must be cruel only to be kind. Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.”
So who is right?
The Modern Progressives in Western Nations are allowing political correctness to not only support, but even encourage, illegal immigration even if it means allowing Islamic terrorists to harm their fellow citizens and neighbors. Why? How is this kindness? How can Social Justice Warriors not recognize the reality of what is happening in cities like Fort Hood, San Bernardino, Orlando, Paris, Nice and London?
Moreover, why do the Establishment and Mainstream Media downplay, or even whitewash, the actual Islamic Jihadist motive that is behind these attacks?
In contemplating these questions, I have been inspired to write the following fable:
After an Islamic suicide bomber caused a plane to crash, the only survivor’s remaining were three men who were previously traveling alone. The three men consisted of an Alt-right Blogger, a Muslim and a Modern Progressive.
As all three were walking in the desert, the Alt-right Blogger found a bottle. Immediately, he picked it up, removed the cork and rubbed it vigorously.
A giant Genie appeared and hovered over the three men and said: “I will grant each of you one wish and one wish only”.
In his haste and excitement, the Alt-Right blogger spoke first. He said: “I wish for liberty, morality and justice to reign throughout all nations of the world!’
The Genie said: “Your wish has been granted”.
Next, the Muslim speaks. He said: “I wish for a worldwide caliphate to administer Sharia Law instead”.
The Genie said: “Your wish has been granted”.
And finally, it is the Modern Progressive’s turn. At first he appeared undecided and, after much consternation and hand-wringing, he said (as the Muslim stared at him with angry eyes): “I wish for three more wishes”:
“First, please behead the Alt-right Conservative Terrorist for his cold-hearted insensitivity”.
“Next, since I am now a Kafir, please allow me Dhimmi status so that I may live.”
“And finally, may I please have burkas for my wife and daughters.”
And the Genie said: “All your wishes have been granted”.
In closing, I leave you with one final question as paraphrased from the words of William Butler Yeats:
And what Rough Beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Kind Nations to be born?
Somewhat of a related example of this, but only one: http://dailycaller.com/2016/08/07/college-takes-down-historical-paintings-because-they-might-traumatize-students/
Can’t tell you what my immediate thinking this was, it wouldn’t be PC, but it involved both how certain minorities should be handled if the claims made about a particular minority by the “Diversity Leadership Team” were actually true (which I highly doubt) and how they show their opinion about this minority by doing this.
When the edges become frayed, the center cannot hold……….
BINGO! Thanks Javelin. I thought that Yeats poem was appropriate. Especially the following lines:
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
And this:
“When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert “
So… OK… OBVIOUSLY, we are not going to make 100 comments on this one.
But before it heads off to “no man’s land” on page 2 – I just wanted to say that, initially, it was conceived as I read the “Islamic Muscular Takeover” and Tumbleweed’s “Hero Generation” posts here on TBP. The “fable” was inspired by one of the Z-man’s recent posts.
I wrote it in a “softer” fashion to challenge Millennials, the SJW’s and the PC crowd and even had visions of it going to Zero Hedge, Western Rifle Shooters Association and, eventually, go viral through Facebook, Twitter and e-mails until TBP hit new records and all to Admin’s amazement.
It seems I missed the mark.
Or, it says it all and no further commentary is required – OR – it wasn’t edgy enough for TBP and I miscalculated the target audience – OR – it was too self-indulgent and poorly written.
In any case, it’s back to the drawing board. Maybe next time. 🙂
You have very little patience, Undeveloped. You should probably spend more time fishing.
It’s just that patience takes forever. Like waiting on Left A Comment to come back.
Patience only comes to those willing to wait for it.
Or that dumbass, jFish.
This is one of the better debut articles here, Uncorked. With a little refinement, it might make it to ZH. Don’t worry about repeating yourself, I would call it elucidation, clarification, drilling down, as long as you add to it; some assholes get on a soapbox and never change their litany.
Underdeveloped, Maggie is just jealous, she didn’t tackle such a heavy topic her opening night. She lost her TBP cherry with a limp offering about chickenshit; cleaning out the hen-house. Then she blacklisted people who dared to comment on it. Not a stellar performance. We had to beg her to come back after she slinked off in shame claiming she was visiting with her son.
Uncola
You may misunderstand the target audience. There are not many Millenials, SJ warriors, or members of the PC crowd who inhabit TBP. Should one wander on, he or she usually jumps off as soon as they confront the collective wisdom, wit and superb bullshit meters possessed by most of the commenters – oh yeah, the Aministrator, too.
So there was no point in softening anything for anybody. Most readers probably agree with you but didn’t feel moved to say so.
By the way, I think most PC initiatives are never meant to be kind. They are cynically presented in such a way as to APPEAR to be kind so as to appeal to our strong cultural biases towards fair play and equality. We are being played so others can gain power for themselves. Should we object on the basis of some logical point, we are shouted down as -phones and
-ists. The strategy rarely fails.
Spell check strikes again. -phobes not -phones
Unpopular, I hope Sharia law doesn’t overtake us. John Lennon said that Christianity would fade away. It was unthinkable back then but now he seems prescient.
Then again, Europeans are better observers of America than Americans are themselves. I was shocked to hear an English rocker declare in the mid 70’s that ‘everybody in America is gay’. Today, I might accept that blithely.
Americans live in a giant fishbowl. Our most private obsessions there for all the world to see. To the world, we are sensitive pussies, bullies, sexually confused, drug-addicted, sex-obsessed, gluttons, uncultured, xenophobic, nationalists, ignorant, selfish and willing to convert to Islam if our leaders tell us that is the path to safety.
When Muslims start turning the other cheek, then I’ll think about it.
Bob, this country is done for. Regular folks have no shame in proclaiming their homosexuality out in the open, but that is not the worst news. There are folks who have no compunction about declaring themselves to be heathens, they openly admit they don’t believe in god. We live in a country where the yellow press now has to compete with the regular media for stories. Cops shooting folks without benefit of a trial, mothers killing their own kids, public officials dealing drugs, the federal reserve running a counterfeiting scheme, the money managers of Wall Street pumping air into the market, the presidential candidates making a mockery of a campaign, the body count resuming on the Clinton rolls, Republicans abandoning their party, voters facing the choice of an illegal immigrant First Lady or a Muslim First Lover, Stucky losing friends over his support for a practical, deal-cutting billionaire, Hillary short-circuiting every time she wants to avoid impertinent questions, we have Snowflakes, Niggas, Wetbacks, Jews, Trannies and Neocons.
We’re fucked and you want to hold out for a better deal, there won’t be any. America will turn Muzzie, the Niggas will demand it, as they demand everything, they will seek to destroy all remnants of America’s past as a racist civilization, they will demand integration through the subjugation of whites; turn over the money, the white bitches and tear down the museums filled with symbols of black slavery and oppression. Only Kanye can save us now.
I take it that Uncola is EL Coyote??
Well written, but you quoted the Dalai Lama too early into it. People tune out when he is referenced because of the way the Lefties so dote over him. And I know his robe schtick is needed to lend gravity to his words, but what a hassle it must be whenever he needs to take a piss. Wonder if he ever has to hold it up with his chin?
I didn’t ‘get’ the parable with the genie. Likely a case of pearls-before-swine.
Great title. BTW, Nick Lowe still does a fabulous rendition with his white hair and acoustic guitar.
El Coyote wrote this? HE is “uncola”? Really??
Had I known that I would have read it and commented. But, I generally do not read newbie stuff or unknown authors. El Coyote really needs to stop with all these name changes.
That being said …. the topic “political correctness” is quite broad and the author really didn’t say anything to disagree with, so that’s likely why not many commented. Not to mention the Dali Lama issue as mentioned above. Oh yeah, I really didn’t understand the fable either. Other than that, it was terrific and the author shouldn’t be discouraged after just one attempt at fame and glory.
El Retardo is not me. Just makin’ that clear.
But wait a minute… Full Retard above @ 9:48 pm addressing me as “Unpopular”. REALLY?? REALLY?!!!! and you don’t call me names??? You don’t think that hurts???!!! Ha, ha! You can be such a bastard a times…
🙂
Not EC? Sorry, my bad. I really only liked the clever title then, to be honest. But keep writing. I read everything here. Lost my job at 50 and can’t find another. I’m thinking about just calling myself ‘retired’ so as to have some kind of respectable label.
I wouldn’t put it past that weasel, El Coyote, to try and steal Uncoyote’s thunder. Uncoyote is that Delta smelt (whoever smelt it delta’d it) formerly known as jFish. He received a hero’s welcome initially, garnering a reply from both Admin an HSF in the same day.
He went on to make a nuisance of himself and, were it not for El Coyote and Maggie’s intervention he might have been but a footnote in TBP history. Instead, he has come back like a reformed political candidate with a fresh outlook. Like any true heroes, Maggie and EC ask nothing in return, only that he renounce all past peccadilloes and keep on the strait and narrow plank.
https://youtu.be/Lq0fUa0vW_E
El Retard,
You know, I know, and Ross Perot knows that you were jfish. You always spell “you’re” as “your”. Just like the fish did.
Vodka – I think your wrong on that one. Just a gut feeling.
Wodka, sorry to hear about your job. I wouldn’t say ‘retired’ but self-employed. You have to keep busy, even if writing is all you do. You cannot imagine all the people I’ve met who have retired their brain, might as well call them the walking dead for all they are worth.
fresh fish fresh fish fresh fish…..
Unimpressed, as I recall, HF could not break the 30 comment ceiling. I guessed it was because folks were intimidated. Then when HF let his hair down and started lobbing petards at Stucky, folks relaxed. The normally demure T4C even got in a snit because he negged her. Ordinary women fall apart when you scratch at their gold gilt, the hot nurse is golden through and through, she was not flattered or flustered. HF suddenly remembered an acorn out in the south forty that he meant to pick up for one of the piglets and he beat a hasty retreat. There’s a moral here somewhere.
It’s good that TBP has a site historian, and more importantly, someone who knows what the score is.
Woshka, it ain’t me, babe. I just use the framework of a recollection to make up a short tale. You hang around here long enough and you’ll have plenty of stories to ruminate on.
You’ll be driving somewhere and recall a shit-fest from long ago and you’ll laugh at somebody’s funny comeback.
Or snarl at some shameless idiocy. You’ll wonder how you ever got along with just the 3 voices in your head.