Thursday, September 9, 2010

Being Politically Correct Sucks Major Wang

May 2, 2006 by Carmine Ragu · Leave a Comment 

I am not that big into being politically correct.  Some people may think, wow, are you sure?  Being a “Little Person” and all maybe you would appreciate the fake sentiment…?  Not so much.

What about when people call you a Midget?  I don’t care.  I am not that affected by other people’s titles or labels for me regarding what I am on the outside.  Why would I give someone that leverage over me?  In case you hadn’t noticed, I make comments abut by size all the time.  ALL the time.

Some people get all up in arms and want equality spilling out the ass.  That’s fine I guess, if you live in Happy Full-of-shit-opia.  When I go to a hotel and need to reach the sink, which is ALWAYS placed at the back of the counter space, as far as physically possible – do I bitch and moan about they should have supplied me with a stool, or stairs?  No… that’s not their problem.  Now if for some reason there was a fire, and I could not make it to the stairwell, I would bitch (up until I died).

See I like regular sized things.  I like my women regular sized.  I like my food regular sized.  My chairs regular sized.  My car regular sized.  Do I need a booster seat from time to time in the theater?  No, cause I know the jackass with the bowler hat is going to sit in front of me, which is why I choose to sit in the front.  I’m not allowing YOU to be a dick.  I am simply looking out for me.

The way I see it, I got it pretty good.  I stand out in a crowd.  Well okay not a CROWD really, but in general I get noticed.  Chicks buy me drinks, but not many – cause I don’t need as much booze to get me polluted.  I could go on, but I wont.  I just want to explain my side of the equation.  See if I don’t have any problems with it, why should you?

I am sick of the complaining and the making nice, and making everyone feel welcome.  Really.  If you don’t want me in your restaurant, fine.  I’ll spend my money elsewhere.  If you don’t want to hire me because I am too weird and goofy – fine.  I want to be hired and have a comfortable fit – not make a statement about who I am and how I should be treated.

Special interests suck ass too.  I call them that for lack of a better term.  Any sub-category of human that needs special rights… need to go back to the drawing board.  We are all equal as humans – but special groups make for special needs and requirements… where is the equality in that?  Like in sex-ed in school, we were taught reproduction.  But now it is being taught about sex in general.  Okay I understand the need for info regarding birth control and preventing sexual diseases.  I don’t think it belongs to the schools to have the burden of educating… but if you have the youths all in one location – you may as well tackle it there.  But when did it turn into everyone is okay with everyone’s sexuality?

You want to worship the devil?  That’s not okay with me.  You want to burn the flag?  Go die.  You want to piss off your parents and decide to be gay?  Hope you have a scholarship.  Want to save my soul?  Make sure yours is secure first.  Want to illegally immigrate?  Awesome, hope you are willing to fight for the country.  Want to sue some company because you think you were discriminated against?  Pull up your pants and zip them up in the front Mickey Mouse, cause this isn’t about YOU its about US and when you finally take your eyes off yourself and can be a team player… then tell me about your woes.

I am four foot two.  I may not be able to kick your ass… but I am willing to bet I can bite it.

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Carmine's a 'little person' who also happens to be a motivational speaker for multi-level marketing organizations. There is no pyramid scheme too large for this guy, and I defy you to earn his pity.