What does it mean to be politically correct?

It means that you are concerned about odd things that most of us don't think about.
You pass by a memorial of the 10 Commandments and are slightly irritated that God gave them to
Moses and not you.  In fact, you're just put out because God is God and you're not.
If you want to be politically correct, you first need to decide, "I
like being a pain in the butt!"

You know people like this.  They don't pledge to the flag.  Why?  I have a theory.  
They're not offended by it, they are just jealous of the flag, wishing we would pledge to them, instead.      

Some of these politically correct (pc) people decided that we should not allow dice to be used in
schools...why?  Dice are used in gambling, therefore, dice will encourage children to gamble.  
So, teachers can either ban them from the classroom or call them something like
"random number generating cubes" because this makes pc people happy.    
Under the guise of concern for others, politically correct people want to revamp the
English language by requiring us to use more words.
I love English...I don't like people messing with it!

I don't like these days we're living in.
In my childhood, I could go to the store and buy a pack of fake cigarettes.
I thought I looked so cool with my candy cigarette.  I'd hold it between my index and middle finger,
alternately ignoring it and taking long drags off the end of it.  But, now we know, these candies
encourage kids to smoke (BTW, I don't smoke, so it didn't encourage me).
Right now, I see only one pure, unadulterated pleasure left for our children,
and they should enjoy it before it's stolen away by the politically correct.

What is it?  Chuckie Cheese's, where a kid can
still be a kid.
I believe that Chuckie Cheese's is just a thinly disguised front for a huge gambling corporation.
Look at these pictures...don't the games look like slot machines?
Was this one broken?  It didn't spit out any tickets when he was done playing...lousy, non-paying machine!
Welcome to
The Children's Casino!
We took the kids there last week.
When it was time to go home, my son refused to leave his
machine, insisting that his luck would turn around any moment.
"It's got to start paying off sometime!"
After he had exhausted his allowance, borrowed and spent our life
savings (Wow! That didn't take long at all!), we left the casino.
He was depressed, but full of plans to win big next time.

I encourage you to take your little high roller to bask in the
pleasures of gambling while it is still legal and acceptable!
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