We all know right from wrong. We all have a little growing up to do.
By Patrick Jude
I’m a socialist. I don’t believe the offspring of CEO’s should inherit millions they never worked for while the working class bails out the $265 billion deficit that is the inheritance tax. I don’t believe that any more than I believe the bag boy shouldn’t work his way up just to find the top spot of the company has been reserved for someone else’s last name.
Nonetheless, I refuse to participate in the naivety that my, nor any, party is inexplicably correct all of the time. I serve no “big other”, as personal reflection is the only path that leads to growth. With that being said, and though it may not be politically correct, I have my reservations about political correctness.
People simply don’t like being told how to act, and the natural reaction is to rebel, bigger and badder when faced with assumed authority – You’re not the boss of me. In an ironic twist of fate, that disdain, and rash reaction to political correctness, is largely how we’ve got to the point we’re at; where American fathers should deliver an ass kicking to any boy who grabs their daughter’s pussy, but now, instead, they put the boy on a pedestal.
Anything seems to go these days. Sure, it’s free speech, but are these American values?
Furthermore, what do we sacrifice? In many ways, stepping over small, albeit taboo, boundaries is unifying. I sure know a lot of P.C. leftists who love the G.O.A.T. of comedy, Dave Chappelle, but if his black white supremacist couldn’t “hate niggers, Jews and chanks”, how else could he so effectively mock the cowardice scum that is the KKK?
History often repeats itself, and though the current buzz seems fresh, political correctness is nothing new. Dostoevsky, a 19th century author and devoted leftist, documented the way socialist groups, comparable to Soros today, went about achieving their means. The more power hungry groups are explained as wanting to make the people so afraid to offend others that they’d cease to speak up about anything. We’re only a few steps away from not being able to call out those corporate inheritance brats, and loudly proclaim “they’ve never worked a day in their lives” lest we fear offending them. Is class division not something we should be concerned about?
I, too, wish to live in a world where people don’t go out of their way to be as offensive as possible, simply for shock value, when they know the message is horrible – something the right is guilty of. People shouldn’t be so pathetically devoted in servitude that they still love a man who “could shoot someone and [not] lose any voters”. Contrarily, the left can’t be such a sanctimonious pseudo-authority, one that laughs when a leftist comedian makes an edgy joke, but simultaneously voices their “hurt”. A boxer would be wise to not let their opponent catch wind of a bad shoulder, cause they’ll aim for it every time and the crowd will go wild.
We all know right from wrong. We all have a little growing up to do. Don’t go attacking someone with a Trump sticker. Don’t become so jaded that you fan the flames when a slime ball places a disgusting hand on a woman’s privates – a good word to teach our sons. You know better, and the best you can do for your country is to preserve the good in yourself. Take the highest road.
Born and raised in Orlando, and Socialist to the core, Patrick Jude graduated from The University Of Central Florida in 2015. He currently holds a B.A. in English Literature, as well as an A.A. in Jazz Performance from Valencia College. Jude is heavily tattooed, abstains from alcohol and is an avid Packers fan.
Currently listening to – Austin Lucas
