America has been making fun of political correctness for at least 20 years now.
1994 saw the release of, for example, Politically Correct Bedtime Stories, a reworking of classic fairy tales with a more enlightened view, and PCU, a David Spade/Jeremy Piven movie about a typically “politically correct university” full of clueless leftist zombies.
So, obviously, this brain-dead scourge has since been completely erased from our society. Yup, no new awkward neologisms have been forced down our throats since then; no new restrictions on what’s acceptable discussion and belief have been foisted on us by our elite media betters. Certainly, the rules of PC have not grown so Byzantine and ubiquitous that they’ve all but dictated how public life works these days.
It’s almost enough to make one lose faith in satire…
My kids discovered Tom and Jerry last year, so we go them a DVD. This disclaimer runs at the beginning. Our obsession with publicly “washing our hands” of every shred of anything in the past that might be interpreted as not in harmony with our current sensibilities is very sad. It’s neither healthy nor productive. It starts as a dog and pony show, and ends as a witch hunt. I wish this society would grow up and be more innocent.
It is wrong to hate minorities and to pick on people who are different from you, unless the minority you’re picking on is the rich. Then, apparently, it’s an important civic responsibility to publicly harass them. If you aren’t kind enough to a politically correct group, you’re a bigot and a bully. If you openly slander and threaten the rich, you’re an activist.
This flier was electronically sent out to teachers in my school district recently. At least nobody’s being paid to attend. Further commentary is probably unnecessary.