This guy Mr. Correct (as in Mr. Politically Correct) is running amuck. (I just love the word “amuck”. It is almost as neat as “ilk”.)
We (the collective us) are falling all over ourselves trying to keep Mr. Correct and all his adherents at arm’s length. We are apologizing for things we said, for things we did not say, for things we should have said and for things we might have said had we said them.
There you go thinking I am the one running amuck about Mr. Correct and his muckiness. Allow me to illustrate my point:
The Indian Attacks Are Back...
No, we do not have to circle the wagons. It’s not that kind of attack. We are back to being pilloried about the perceived disrespect of naming anything after anything Native American (formerly known as American Indian).
The hottest example at this time is the Washington Redskins Football Team (as if they did not have enough problems with the football). The hysteria is showing its absurdity by a court case brought against Hampton Farms Redskin Peanuts.
This case got all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States before the indignant clutch of lawyers doing the suing were quieted down long enough to explain to them that “redskins” in this case referred to the natural skin covering of the peanut that is revealed once the shell has been removed.
The delay in the hysteria was only temporary. The lawyers and the sign carriers quickly convened a Focus Group and they are now finalizing their plans to sue Mother Nature or God Himself.
People of this ilk (see I told you “ilk” was neat) like to go right to the top and are leaning toward suing God. The one thing holding them back is their concern that God might not exist. They see Mother Nature as more of a sure thing.
Would I kid u?
Smartfella
Lagniappe: Happy New Year
