Keep reading for my own somewhat profane rant. Warning: politically incorrect.
I've been told by the medical powers that be that since I'm undergoing chemo therapy I must call my oncologist if I experience any of the following symptoms:
- Loss of appetite
You know what? I'm tired. I'm tired of being politically correct. I'm damned tired of being considerate of other people's feelings, especially when those overly sensitive feelings tend to protect or excuse violent criminals, and I am good and damned tired of ignoring the obvious deficiencies in a society that says it's okay to be different, no matter what.
Fuck the niggers who play rap music at one in the morning and who dress in pants that hang below their knees. They think they be bad, let 'em suck on Betsy a while and we'll see just how bad they are. Charleston Thug Life has the right idea; go and read him a while then tell me all about how these poor, misunderstood people of color are only acting out their anger because of a white, old man society which insists that morals include respect and personal responsibility.
Fuck the various rag heads who come over here, go to med school and start making the big bucks and then don't bother to learn English. Unless they can speak fluent English (you hear that, you damned jiggerboo? English, not Ebonics) I don't want 'em. I don't think we need 'em, either.
And while I'm at it, fuck the wetbacks that get across the border just in time to have a baby and file for social services, then go out and join Norteños. They say they want California back. I say come and get it, beaner, and I ain't talking about red rice.
Fuck the bleeding heart liberal moonbats that defend all this crap. This is the US of A, and at one time that meant freedom. Now I don't think so. I think it means repression.