Our country is already deep in the throes of one of the worst epidemics of our time. It is a plague. A scourge. A blight upon our society. When it first reared its ugly head back in the early ‘90s, it seemed that no one was immune to its grasp. Seemingly and effortlessly, it took hold from coast to coast. It rendered people unable to speak their minds for fear of repercussions. It gave way to people getting jobs they were ill equipped to hold.
This condition takes away rules for one set of people and doubles down on the other out of a supposed fairness. It has made hypocrisy the backbone of one political party and spineless cowards out of the other.
The disease, of course, is political correctness. At one time I was caught up in it. Say something out of line, and you’re quickly reprimanded for not being “PC.”
One of the deadly consequences of the disease shows itself in the form of rules of engagement for our soldiers. They go into battle to fight the most lawless types of savages in the world and are told that they cannot fire until they are fired upon. Knowing this, the enemy buries bombs, waits for our defenseless soldiers to drive right over the bombs, and detonates them without a shot ever being fired. This is the sort of thing that happens when we don’t want to offend the “religion of peace.”
So when some animal walks into a military cafeteria and starts killing at random, we can’t call it terrorism. It’s “workplace violence.” Some beast walks into a workplace and cuts the head off an innocent lady while shouting Islamic chants…no terrorism there either, my friends. Again, it’s merely workplace violence.
People shouldn’t get all worked up when these things get labeled the way they do. We created the labels. At the least, we’ve allowed them. We continue to permit them to be used. Political correctness prevents us from saying exactly how we feel about something because we just don’t want to offend. We’d rather say, “Oh, I agree with you. There’s always two sides, I suppose.”
BS. The only two sides in most arguments are the right one and the wrong one.
On every topic I choose to discuss, I absolutely, 100% believe I am right. I believe in God, Country, and Family, and I will defend all of those with my dying breath. I wish more of us would. It’s time for people on my side–the right side–to stand up for what they believe in, and not back down to those who use the rules of political correctness against us. People can pat me on the back for what I stand up and say, but I want those people to say it, too.
The easiest cure for the affliction of political correctness is to simply turn your back on it, not permit it in your house, and let others know you don’t play by those rules. Instead, make your own rules. Stand up for your convictions. Once we rid ourselves of this disease, we’ll be able to lock down our borders, turn away the terrorists that are infiltrating our freedoms, and permit our fighting men and women to do their jobs the right way.
Political correctness is a disease. Like other diseases, we should treat it and control it as much as possible, no matter how tired we may be of fighting against it. Many on both the left and the right don’t believe in taking the vaccine, in which we call things as they are rather than calling them some sanitized version of what they are. We have to immunize ourselves from the fear of offending others who think they know better than us. We must encourage others to do the same.
If you’re still in doubt that political correctness is a disease, consider this: political correctness gave way to the majority of voters electing Barack Obama as our president–twice. We must fight against political correctness before the spread of this wretched and often fatal contagion is too late to stop. If we wage this battle now, maybe someday all of America will finally be cured.
