PC Language
We were driving in the car the other day, listening to the radio, and a song came on an oldies station, and my son yells out, Play that Funky Music, White Boy!
I looked at him and asked him how he knew that song. “Everyone knows that song, Mom.”
Well, ok. I started thinking about language, and how everyone is so worried now about being politically correct and not offending some group (well, except Trent Lott), and how a lot of songs just wouldn’t be the same if the writers wrote them today.
Play that Nice Music, Caucasian Man.
Or movies. Would Blazing Saddles be the same if they burst into the bar and yelled, “Could you direct me to the caucasian ladies?”
I always wondered what would happen if they cleaned up Pulp Fiction. That’s why movies like this one and Scarface can never be shown on regular television. There would be no dialogue if you took all the fucks out of show and made it politically correct.
I don’t wanna hear about no dang “ifs.” What I wanna hear from your behind is: “you ain’t got no problems, Jules. I’m on the problem. Go back in there, chill them African Americans out and wait for the cavalry, which should be comin’ directly.”
You ain’t got no problems, Jules. I’m on the problem. Go back in there, chill them African Americans out and wait for The Wolf, who should be comin’ directly.
You sendin’ The Wolf?
Feel better?
Golly gee, African American, that’s all you had to say.
It’s just not the same, is it?
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