May 10, 2011

Politically Correct Makes Me Sick to My Stomach

Here's why...

I think all people should be treated with dignity and respect. Period. End of statement.

What you do in your personal life is none of my business. I do not care if you choose to wear clothes that are traditionally for members of the opposite sex, or none at all. I don't care if you eat animals or try to save every living creature out there. I don't care if your skin happens to be brown, orange, green of paisley, whether you are a woman or a man, whether or not someone in your past was a slave, a servant, a criminal or "nobility". I don't care. I really don't.

What I do care about is when someone shoves their point of view down my throat, accusing me of being old-fashioned, ignorant, blind, dumb, stupid, arrogant, mean, rude, racist, sexist, or close-minded. Because you know what? When you do that to someone - that is exactly what you are being.

I want to know why, as an Judeo-Christian, Anglo-Saxon woman, I am not allowed to have conservative viewpoints on things such as homosexuality, abuse, disabilities, poverty, crime, or child-rearing?

Since when did "The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave" become the "Land of You're Only Free if You Agree with Me, and the Home of the Don't You Dare Brave Speaking a Different Point of View"???

When did "freedom of religion" become "intolerance of any notion of Christianity"?

Why do we allow our government to allow people to break the law time and time again? Why do we allow our government to tell us what we can and cannot eat, whether or not we should wear our seatbelts or helmets, and whether or not it's alright to order your child a Happy Meal from McDonalds?

Unless something huge changed without the people of the United States being aware, the last time I checked, we have a government "of the people, for the people, by the people."

Are people out there really so lazy and greedy that we must rely on our elected officials telling us how to live our lives?

I realize that all men are endowed with certain inalienable rights - life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...but for a few of us to be happy most of the time, most of us, it seems, must now sacrifice our liberty and happiness...

When did we forgo "right" and "wrong" for "if it feels right to you, then do it!" and "you can't tell me I'm wrong!"?

When did we relinquish our control over our minds, our thoughts, and our lives? When did we decide to stop being parents with authority to discipline our children? When did it become "abusive" or "bad parenting" to actually punish your child for breaking a rule? Why then, are we so surprised to hear of students being bullied so much by their peers, without consequence, to the point that those being bullied resort to killing themselves, or those that bullied? Why are we so surprised at the apathy, the disrespect, the laziness, and the air of entitlement that surrounds our young adults?

Please do not misunderstand - I am not talking about people who are abusive, or those who commit crimes against another human being because of the color of their skin, or the choices they make.

I am speaking about how things have gotten so out of control since we decided that "the man" was against us. I'm talking about how since we said it was ok to not have moral absolutes, there are absolutely no morals. I'm talking about children who are allowed to be their own authority, and therefore have no respect for anything that even resembles authority or command.

There are times that I think back to how my parents were raised: They were taught that there was a right and wrong, and if you did wrong, there were consequences. They were taught to respect their elders, taught manners, taught that if they messed up, they had to deal with the fallout of the mess. I'm talking about how families spent time together around the table on a daily basis, and that stores closed around dinnertime and weren't open on Sunday's. I'm talking about the time when kids were given responsibilities and expected to carry them out - such as doing yardwork, setting or clearing a table, learning how to do laundry, change the oil or tire, work on an engine, paint, mop, dust, vacuum, clean, cook, bake, sew, and how you had to carry out your responsibilities before you were allowed to go to practice or the game or the movie or concert...how the only thing you were allowed to do before your other responsibilities was to go to Church. I'm talking about how my parents knew that there were rules in place and how they respected their own parents enough to follow the rules, because that's just what you did.

How they weren't allowed to have a temper tantrum or act disrespectfully, or be in charge. How you didn't get to have a reason for misbehaving, you just had a consequence. How their parents didn't want excuses or reasons why not - they just wanted our parents to do what needed doing.

How if you didn't do your homework, your parents didn't pitch a fit with the school and make excuses for you.

You know what? I think our grandparents were onto something...

1 comment:

Layla said...

Oh, amen sister. You wrote the post I've wanted to write but haven't because...you got it...I know it will cause a you know what storm, because heaven forbid I feel differently than the majority. Thank you for doing so.