Bill Maher wraps up the recent political correctness hollering from Jerry Seinfeld, Colin Quinn and guest Jeff Ross with this very funny rendition of liberal political correctness.
Though I must say there is a line here from both directions that is seldom if ever expressed. Using the politically incorrect words like NWORD, FAG, BITCH, CNT is quite a bit different than confusing the HE and SHE in the Jenner case. Or how we give anual retentive Republican PCers a free ride who squawk at retard, trailer trash, white trash, hillbillies, happy holidays and so on.
Reminds me of something similar I wrote about 20 years or so ago about all this…
Little Red Riding Hood, Conservatively Correct Version
Once upon a time there was a dumb little broad named Little Red Riding Hood. This was back when people had four names, some people still have long weird names today, which is good as it serves us in finding out who the problem people are when we can’t actually see them.
One day, being the abject airhead she was, Little Red Riding Hood decided to take a basket of fruit to her grandmother’s house through a wolf infested woods without proper weaponry. Her grandmother, an ignorant bimbo in her own right, had no job, so just laid around in bed all day waiting for someone to give her handouts. Not only was she a lazy bum living off the sweat of others, but she was also dumb enough to not possess a semi-automatic machine pistol which is what makes Gooseland the safe place it is. For as you know, Gooseland has only ten times as many gun deaths as Oz, Middle Earth and Purgatory.
While Little Red Riding Hood was mindlessly wandering through the woods – as women always do when grappling with nature – unbeknownst to her a wolf got into Grandma’s bedroom, ripped her wrinkly old throat out, and fed on her internal organs until there was nothing left of the unarmed welfare leech but a frilly nightdress. The wolf, with a bent toward being a fag, put on the old lady’s jammies and laid in the bed figuring that sooner or later some other nitwit witch would be by whom he could eat.
By and by, Little Red Riding Hood entered Grandma’s house to see a large bloody mouthed wolf in a dress in Grandma’s bed. So the dumb chick, with her brain obviously wandering in that feminazi fantasyland they spend most of their time in, totally missed the reality of the matter and began commenting on the size of the wolf’s various facial features. The wolf, enraged at having to listen to the stupid broad’s nonsensical ramblings, jumped out of the bed and ate Little Red Riding Hood.
A Woodsman, a firm advocate of supply side economics, 2nd Amendment absolutism, sometimes owl hunter, seal clubber and whale harpooner was in the neighborhood clear cutting the forest and mowing down anything that moved with his arsenal of high tech weaponry. Hearing the slurping sounds of the wolf feeding on dumb broads, he ran into the small cabin and let fly 16 rounds of 12 gauge buckshot from his Street Sweeper, in less than ten seconds the wolf was shot into various hunks of flying flesh.
There is a moral to the story: It is okay to do the world a favor by eliminating liberal leaning feminazi bimbos, but we must for the sake of public relations, draw the line at eating them.