Political Correctness

Political Correctness

The One Thing Donald Trump Got Right
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Being a liberal in America, it isn’t hard to figure out that I hate Donald Trump and almost everything he stands for. The one issue, however, that Donald Trump has gotten correct is the issue of political correctness and censorship. There was a meme going around the internet a couple of weeks ago that said something to the extent of: “what you call political correctness, I call manners” and it was aimed directly at Donald Trump. The issue I have with this meme is not that it advocates for politeness (there is a difference between being rude and making a well thought out argument) but that it completely downplays the very real issue that we are dealing with today in America, political correctness. Donald Trump and I are not alone in dealing with this as liberal comedians such as Bill Maher, Seth Macfarlane, Larry David, and Chris Rock have also spoke out on this issue.

We’re getting to a point in America where you can’t say anything jokingly without being called a sexist, a racist, or a xenophobe. One example of this is whenever somebody criticizes Hillary Clinton on her very poor voting record there’s always that idiot there to call the critic a sexist. That’s not reflective of all Hillary supporters as there are idiots and bigots in every group, but it is still pretty sad that someone would stoop to that level. There were even some people accusing Bernie Sanders of being sexist because of how hard he drilled her during debates. Bernie Sanders of all people. Sorry, but I thought they were just running against each other, silly me! The same thing happens when I try to criticize Obama for not being progressive enough (although he is much to the left of Ms. Clinton) I am called a racist by the same SJW idiots. What I believe they don’t understand is that when you call someone a sexist or a racist so liberally, it detracts from legitimate racism and sexism in America.

The policing of jokes is another form of political correctness. You can’t sit down and tell a simple joke that deals with racy topics without being called a sexist. People have become too damn serious and have forgotten how to tell a joke from someone being seriously racist and sexist. We need to regain the ability to laugh at ourselves. I often refer to myself as the Nickelback of the music department at Carson-Newman University. That’s not to say that Nickelback is a bad band (I like them, personally) it is just that they are often seen as jokes and it’s pretty clear to me that they don’t take themselves too seriously either. I mean, we’re talking about the band that sings songs like “S.E.X.” and “Shaking Hands”. That’s how I view myself and I’m perfectly fine with that because I know that it is all one big joke.

We’ve gotten to a point in America where comedians like George Lopez and Bill Maher will not come to college campuses anymore because they are afraid that they will offend somebody. But here’s the thing, you are allowed to be offended, you are not aloud to tell people what they can or cannot joke about. If you want to be an up tight little bitch, you don’t have to stay and listen to the joke…just don’t ruin everyone else’s fun. We need to learn to joke again…especially with orange Hitler and Grandma Nixon currently in the running to be the most powerful person in the world. It will be comedy that will get us all through this.

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.
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I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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Irish-American History Is Just As Important As Any Other Culture, You Can't Prove Me Wrong

I cherish being Irish and I will not let anyone let me feel bad for that.

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Depending on when you're reading this, Saint Patrick's day has either just passed or is around the corner. For me, Saint Patrick's day is tomorrow. I've been debating this article for some time now because I didn't know how it would be perceived. At this point, though, I feel it's important for me to get out. No, Irish people were never kept as slaves in America, and I will never be one to try and say they were. However, Irish people were treated tremendously awful in America. A lot of people tend to forget, or just try to erase entirely, the history of the Irish in America. So much so that I felt shameful for wanting to celebrate my heritage. Therefore, I want to bring to light the history that everyone brushes under the rug.

In 1845, a potato famine broke out across Ireland. This was a big deal because the Irish lived off, mainly, potatoes. They were cheap, easy to grow, and had tons of nutrients. So when the famine struck, many people either died of starvation or fled to America in seek of refuge. When the Irish arrived in America they were seen as a threat to the decency of America. People viewed them as drunk beasts, sinful savages, barbaric, violent, belligerent, stupid, and white apes. When the Irish would go to look for jobs, many times they found signs that read "Irish Need Not Apply," even when the job was hiring. Therefore, the Irish did the jobs no one wanted, and even jobs African slaves wouldn't do. The biggest example of this is when Irishmen built canals and drained swamps. They were sent to do these things because of the enormous amount of mosquitoes; in the swamp, they would get bit and ultimately die of malaria.

Also, during this time, Irish people were poor and therefore lived in the same neighborhoods as the free African Americans. A lot of the Irish people were friendly with their neighbors of color and even got into interracial relationships. Because the Irish lived in these neighborhoods they were seen as dirty and even a lot of people at this time put African Americans higher on the totem pole than Irish. One person during the time even said, "At least the black families keep their homes clean."

The main reason American's outlook on Irish people changed was that most Irishmen took up fighting for the Union in the Civil War. I make this argument, not because I think the Irish suffered more than African slaves. I don't say this in means of trying to erase the struggles of the African slaves. I do not think that any of our ancestors should have been treated the way they were. I mean to say that the Irish did in fact suffer. Irish people were treated wrongly on the basis of...nothing. Simply because my ancestors hailed from the shores of Eire, they were treated with malice. And I write this simply because I want people to remember. I want people to understand what happened.

On Saint Patrick's Day this year, next year, and for the many years to come, I want people to embrace the Irish culture. I want the folks of Irish heritage to not be ashamed of where they come from; to not be ashamed to share their culture the way I have for many years. I want everyone to have a beer, wear some green, eat a potato or two, and dance the Irish step; to celebrate the history of Irish people with a bit more understanding than before.

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