There was a time before so-called political correctness 'went mad'. Here's a taste of what that time was like.
Mm. Sometime between that, and now, PC 'went mad'. You couldn't even paint a golliwog in faeces on a black person's face without someone from the Diversity Nazis getting all uppity about someone's so-called human rights having been infringed. It was that bad.
And then, someone thought: Oh this is a bit of a laugh. Why not call a gingerbread man a 'gingerbread person' for a chuckle, to have a sly dig at PC gone mad? No-one's going to take it seriously, are they? I mean, it'll be so obviously a joke that no-one's going to get all het up about it, are they? Are they...?
Of course they are. And they did. We are in the post humour age. An MP, and a national newspaper (rather deliciously shredded by Five Chinese Crackers here) not only thought it was PC gone mad, but didn't bother to find out whether it was or not. One phone call.
"Hello, is this PC gone mad, these gingerbread people?"
"Oh, silly, that was a joke at PC gone mad, do you see?"
"Oh, I look a bit of a tit now, good job I checked before barking about this as if it was real."
"Yes, it is a good job you checked. Mind how you go!"
No. Now the council is changing the 'people' to 'men'. Because no-one in the fucking country can take a joke any more. We're all such literal buffoons that we don't get it. It's gone. You know that thing that Brits used to say about Americans not getting irony? That's gone. That's over. Finished. Done. Bye! It's gone forever. We are now in the age where 'PC gone mad' has gone mad. We are a laughing stock. Except we probably wouldn't get the joke.
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