The Nancy Society we reside in must go!

Ironically, I am now the Public Enemy...All it takes is one car ride from Keswick to Charlottesville. Politcal Correctness finds it way to my car...What is the world coming to?

This very weekend I was hosting a lady-friend from Switzerland (she is American, but hates it), another good friend of mine from Washington, DC (he is Brazilian-American, but a liberal), and his girlfriend, also from Washington, DC (She is American, but clearly hates herself).

The weekend was going fine as we were watching this pussy FIFA Soccer Tournament. (World Cup my ass...It is more like the World Sippy Cup - Fruits). Of course when the frogs beat my Brazilian friend's boys he was devastated...So I suggested we all go swimming. We did and on our return in the car to Charlottesville (Where everyone is special...just ask Charlottesville people how special they are and they will tell you) I made a bigoted and raciest slur about the music we were listening to...How hard do you think it will be for all of you figure out what kind of music it was?

Anyway, you would have thought I made a bigoted and raciest slur or something...Oh...I did. Sorry I am getting sidetracked. I would like to know what is wrong with that.

The same liberal hand-wringing pansies who insist on the end to personal opinion and insist on force-feeding me "the proper design for living," who decry the moment someone tells them to shut the hell up or protect top secret, national security information, won’t let me express my dissatisfaction about a particular style of music. What gives? You can’t have it both ways.

I am tired of political correctness and I am tired of someone darling person trying to get me to be more sensitive. Why don’t they spend their time getting others to have tougher skin?

Biatch!!!

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