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Taking Politically Correct to the Extreme

Been picking blackberries this morning and got a nice mess of berries and briars. That will be the last of the berries for this year as the briar patch will be cut down next week to make ready for next year’s crop.
When the jam is made, there will be barters made with a Georgia Cracker for a jug or two of his blackberry wine. I’d venture to say his wine is as good as the Bordeaux wine that was in the news for being sold at over five thousand dollars a jug. Never had any of the fancy wine and cannot afford it anyhow.
Ever wonder what in the world the FBI is going to do with Jimmy Hoffa’s body if they ever find it? If that ain’t a waste of tax payer’s money, there ain’t a cow in Texas.
Got accused of not being politically correct with last week’s column. That’s what’s wrong with this country now, too many people pretending to be politically correct.
For instance, she does not nag you, she becomes verbally repetitive.
She is not a dumb blond – She is light-haired and reality impaired
She does not get drunk or tipsy – She gets chemically inconvenienced.
She is not a two bit hooker – She is a low cost provider.
Now that is enough for picking on the women, let’s politically correctly pick on the guys so they don’t cry discrimination.
He does not have a beer gut – He’s developed a liquid grain storage facility.
He is not a cradle robber – He prefers generational differential relationships.
He does not get falling down drunk – He becomes accidentally horizontal.
He is not afraid of commitment – He is relationship challenged.
He does not get lost all the time – He investigates alternative destinations.
He is not balding – He’s follicle regressive.
That is enough for this week’s piece, got to go get makings for crawfish etouffee. They says that like hay 2 fay.