on another’s blog touched upon the rather touchy untouchable we all know/admire as Political Correctness. Call it PC — and whether good or bad I don’t give a BRA (don’t twitch—no reference to feminine underwear: Big Rat’s Arse) (ass to you Americans).
So if you think it—say it!
Get off your butt, state it out loud. In words you actually use. Go on … you know you want to …
IF YOU GOOF
and are wrong some indignant sheeple will rush to correct you. Ya gotta comply. But any twat shrieking “PC” and calling for his/her/its Mommy*
“Mr Argus! Sir!”
“Yes, Little Ollivia?”
“Sir— mommy and daddy are sexist terms—”
“—you must adapt to the times! You aren’t allowed genderical language these days … you mean only ‘Parent’ or ‘Parent’!”
I stand corrected and am shutting down this post write now. I really really don’t want to offend no-one: from my blog no brain-dead gutless easily convinced mindless soggy-trousered un-opinionated panty-waisted dormant oaf need ever depart offended.
* If anyone can tell the difference in that household …