In the words of the play of the '60s stop the world, I want to get off. <\/p>\n
I can no longer go on my world has shattered into little gray blobs which settle onto the gray pavement where people trudge along in their gray suits and gray shoes and gray lives. All the color has gone, and Im frankly not going to play anymore. Im done. Roger. Over and out. <\/p>\n
Yes, dear reader, I have lately discovered that my beloved mother country, indeed the city in which I was born Melbourne has fallen into the P.C.P. the Political Correctness Pit with such verve and enthusiasm that I doubt anywhere in America can rival it. <\/p>\n
Apparently, some rabid thing got her knickers in a twist, and insisted that the icon used in the light at the crosswalk was politically incorrect as it resembled note the word resembled, not indeed was at this point I want all snowflakes to turn your faces to the walls my darlings so I do not shock you into blithering blancmangedness a man. <\/p>\n
So, Melbourne spent enough to house and feed its homeless for a very long time and changed the icons to also include a resemblance of a female i.e. one wearing a dress. <\/p>\n
Now I dont know about you, but I think the last time I wore a dress was back in the '70s where hippy-dippy flowing skirts and peasant blouses were all the rage. Oh no, Ive just stepped into the PC limbo by possibly oh hell, probably offending every current and former hippie and the worlds peasants all in one psychedelic outfit. <\/p>\n
I really dont set out to offend, gentle reader, I just dont have an off button, and so off I will go leaving offended petals in my path. I should actually be pitied in this current sensitive enriched hysterical world in which we live, but am I? Heavens no! I am quickly, and I might add joyfully, becoming a social pariah and loving it. <\/p>\n
Where does the crosswalk icon crisis end, I ask you? Will we end up with one for transgender crossers a nice boa and size 12 strappy sandals? How about wheelchair users will we have one with both a manual and a motorized chair as God knows we dont want to offend those without an engine? Illegal aliens, how about you? Black, white, yellow, brindle, polka-dotted, acne\/clear skin, blonde, brunette, redhead? <\/p>\n
Its a pedestrian crossing people! You cross when the light turns green. Oh dear, Ive now offended all non-Irish people. And you dont cross when the light turns red. Uh, oh Native Americans Im so sorry. <\/p>\n
We should now all grow a pair, put on our big girl panties, or our tidy whities, and look the whining, complaining Gladys Kravitzes of this world in their eyes and well, to paraphrase my native tongue go forth and multiply. <\/p>\n
Get over yourselves. You are not that important, nor are you that interesting. Merge into the crowd that is indeed the human race, get on with life and hey heres a concept. Go have some fun for a change. <\/p>\n<\/p>\n
-- Annie Dear lives in Lees Summit. Email her at anniedearkc@hotmail.com<\/a>. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Read more here:<\/p>\n Annie Dear: Political correctness at the crosswalks - News - The ... - Waynesville Daily Guide<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the words of the play of the '60s stop the world, I want to get off. I can no longer go on my world has shattered into little gray blobs which settle onto the gray pavement where people trudge along in their gray suits and gray shoes and gray lives. All the color has gone, and Im frankly not going to play anymore. Continue reading