An Open Letter To Political Correctness from the First Amendment

Dear Political Correctness,

You failed. Utterly and completely. That ultra tolerant society you promised where we all flitted around on marshmallow clouds patting each other on the back for being such strong victims was and still is a pipe dream. Instead, you took a once proud nation and people and turned them into a bunch of mewling self entitled hipsters with shelves full of participation trophies whose only addition to society is sitting in their parents’ basements whining about how victimized they are on social media.

Everyone suffers. Everyone struggles. One person’s suffering doesn’t make them more worthy of pity and free handouts. You’ve taken our grit, Political Correctness, and turned a whole population of people into raging pussies who think they can identify as a unicorn if they “resonate with it”. Well fuck you, Political Correctness. We’re through. You can take your bullshit ideologies and shove them where the sun don’t shine. And if that makes me an asshole, so be it.

Quit telling us how to think!

Sincerely,
The First Amendment

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on February 17, 2016, in Author, Philosophy, Religion and Spirituality, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Great post. Being a hipster, this post truly resonates with me. You may enjoy my blog; it’s a hipster/emo love story. Cheers

    • Thanks for commenting. As a proto-hipster, the issue of political correctness has been resonating with me since I and my coffee shop lurking comrades began to watch its terrifying rise. I kept telling myself, “nothing good can come of this.”

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