Most of us are getting a little tired of all the Politically Correctness. Many, like me, do not understand it. Now, Garnett and Jimmy of Blogsville understand it, and are always politically Correct. They would not think of breaking the rules.
Growing up in school some kids were held back, not many, but enough to let you know you had better study and try, or you would not be advanced with your friends. We also knew, sometimes you would not be picked FIRST when teams were chosen, and actually might not be picked at all. Somehow we learned that was life.
I had friends called Stump, Redeye, Fatty and Slug. NO-ONE looked at these names as being slurs. Guys thought as much of Redeye (with his hair lip) as anyone else (we had never heard of cleft-lip). He was just one of us, along with Stump, Fatty and Slug. If we had thought it would hurt their feelings, the names would not have been used. Besides Redeye coulda kicked our rears.
When we moved to Belmont, Fat Myers became one of my dad’s best friends. Fat ran the local Funeral Home. Shorty Robinson sold real estate, Crip Goodson ran a little store. They were respected men in the community. they used their nick names to an advantage. On GITMO I had two great friends, Squirrel and Taco.
Once when Sherry and I were looking for our first motor home, we knocked on a door in a small town in SC in answer to an Ad. The guy that came to the door looked exactly like Foster Brooks. In fact he was a Foster Brooks imitator.
Sometimes a fake is used to downgrade the real. Remember Foster Brooks? He made his living imitating a drunk. Foster Brooks got millions of laughs by acting drunk. You see, what some folks do not understand is: NO ONE LIKES A REAL DRUNK, EXCEPT ANOTHER DRUNK.
Foster (who became a teetotaler on a $10 bet in 1964) was enjoyed because he was a fake, he was acting drunk. I doubt if anyone was driven to drink because of his antics alone. It is not PC to entertain in that manner now.
I cannot hear it now, but I remember the original and I did laugh. I do try to be PC most of the time, but sometimes it does become absurd.
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TEACHER: Now, Simon , tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.
Not really sure, but it looks like it was a ‘51 Ford
I think this started as an early ‘50’s Buick.