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How Can I Say it?

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As I wrote my Twitter Tale this week, I quickly ran into one of my all-time favorite annoyances, Political Correctness. I wanted to use “mailman” in my story (which I did). I did not use Postal Delivery Officer, a term that would have broken the 280-character barrier. The ever-popular milkman villain would be the Dairy Products Distributer. Good for alliteration but not a name that is the cream of the crop as far as vocabulary selection. I finally decided to break the rules and use ancient terms because they make sense in context. Maybe the junk mail will stop in a perceived act of vengeance by the brotherhood of letter carriers.

I was present and aware at the birth of the Politically Correct Movement. I am not sure whether the entity giving birth was male or female. There will be an etymological historian who will claim it was a male progressive professor hiding out in an ivy-covered hall of a top tier university. Another researcher will uncover the name of a distant relative of Gertrude Stein as the most likely creator. It doesn’t matter. What started as a good idea has become fodder for CNN’s “The RidicuList.”

All Police Officers should be equally valued and equally paid. I will not refuse rescue from any Fire Fighter. “Disabled” presented severe problems due to listener laziness. Thomas cannot be a Fire Fighter because he is missing an arm courtesy of an Afghanistan adventure. It would be entirely logical for one person to say to a friend, “Thomas can’t be a Fire Fighter because he is disabled (for that function) as a result of a stupid war.” The discourse between individuals involves explanation and listening. Humans pride themselves on being able to communicate at a level above mono-syllabic or one-word grunts. Once the banned word “disabled” is heard, fireworks go off. Somewhere along the line, things began to become stupid to the point of being offensive. How many times has a woman heard herself being describes as a “Domestic Engineer?” Funny, right?

People are no longer “drunk.” Even I could accept “inebriated.” But “chemically inconvenienced?” For one thing, I can not determine if alcohol, drugs, or a combination of the two were in play. A criminal is “behaviorally challenged.” The neighborhood crime rate is described by a “street activity index.” My favorite is “Bribe,” described cynically (I hope) as a “Public Service Bonus.” Finally, the “unemployed” are described as “Economically Inactive.” The answer to that last point is easy. Take away their remotes. At least they will have an exercise program. Users of all these terms might be described as living in the land of Far Left while attempting to create a gentler, more polite world. This perception would be wrong.

Are you old enough to remember the infamous “seven dirty words” recited by George Carlin? Here are seven words not liked, not recommended but still not entirely banned by the Wing Nut in Chief as of the date of this source. I am sure the list has matured and evolved since that date. Isn’t it wonderful what a fourth-grade level reader can do with language?

The words: “fetus,” “vulnerable,” “entitlement,” “diversity,” “transgender,” “evidence-based,” and “science-based.”

The source: https://missoulacurrent.com/opinion/2017/12/banned-words-trump/?print=print

But I am going to write my Twitter Tale my way. (Song prompt).

 

 

 

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!


This Week’s Twittering Tales #153 – 10 September 2019 – Photo Prompt

Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko at Unsplash.com

My take…

The Visitors

The ufo was back, but Jules was ready. They would not take him aboard the craft tonight! He chained himself to the floor eventually falling asleep when the lights from the ship went dark.

Earthlog-Humanoid #469: Specimen set up defenses after only 3 days. Test brain matter.

~kat

275 Characters

My Submission:

Dad and us kids helped build the darkroom, so we knew about the addition he made, the false walls and spy vents into the bedroom. Dad can’t keep secrets from us. Dad was home today but mom wasn’t so who was he with in the bedroom? OK, I read about this; it is always the mailman.

280

Ron

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3 thoughts on “How Can I Say it?

  1. Haha! Or it could be the Fuller Brush Man…oops. Salesperson I mean. I agree with you Ron. It is exhausting. I have become more of a listener as I get older. People are so easily offended these days. Sad isn’t it?

    1. Fuller Brush Dust Dispersal and Eradication VP in Charge of Customer Credit Worthiness. “You have been selected to Win!!!” Yep, I am exhausted.

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