One day last fall, I was riding my bicycle in the country as I always did. There was this particular hill that led to a creek bottom. On the way down I reached speeds in excess of twenty five miles an hour.
I usually stopped peddling and leaned over the handlebars about halfway down. I did this because I actually picked up speed when I did that, and also to take a break and rest while coasting because of the upgrade, which was just as steep, only uphill.
Of course I had on my cycling gear which included tight pants.
Now, on the way down this day I was passed by two guys in a pickup truck.
Rednecks, I suppose, because they probably just were.
As the truck passed me I was bent over the handlebars coasting, and the guy on the passenger side of the truck gave me a wolf whistle.
I thought it was silly until I got about halfway up the hill.
Then it hit me, and I said to myself,
“That was about the gayest thing I have ever heard.”
I started laughing and wondered if the whistler even thought of that. He probably just thought he was being cute, or funny.
Well he was funny alright and I laughed about it all the way home.
But while we are on the subject, I have a question or two.
Please do not take this as bashing anyone, because believe me, I don’t care. If you can’t find humor in this piece, drop me a nasty note, all comments are invited.
Now what is up with this “Rub-A-Dub-Dub Three Men in a Tub?”
That sounds a little funny to me. I hope they all got clean.
Of course, we have just got to love Disney’s two oh so polite chipmunks, Chip and Dale.
Political correctness even reached Broadway.
Remember it used to be, “I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay.”
Gone forever, replaced with, “Pretty and witty and bright.”
Thank goodness they haven’t yet made them change the words to “Deck the Halls.”
Because you know it says, “Don we now our gay apparel.”
That didn’t used to mean a thing to me, but now I have visions of someone dressing in drag to go to a Christmas party.
political correctness is a direct spin-off of political spin - a term created by politicians as a means to tell lies to the public by restating any circumstance so as to not offend and thus gain their trust so the lies could continue unabated - "it all depends on your definition of, is" I know you remember that infamous line -- good short story Walt - good to see you writing again - I wish you love and peace my friend - Jon Michael
I, for one, am fed up with the term "politically correct." What was wrong with the way we used to talk? Just another way to change the old standards. I enjoyed your blowing off steam, we all need to do that once in awhile. Sometimes laughing at the ridiculous is good medicine! I laughed with you.
and you did! make me laugh...maybe he WAS a redneck gay admiring the view of your deriere...(THEY meaning gays)(oops) come in all sizes shapes and colors you know
there's a line in one of my writes 'we'll tickle the lashes of gay giggling children'... i had several suggestions to change the 'gay' to something more appropriate. can't remember if i did...but my inclination toward political INcorrectness probably kept me from ding that. you know all this doofiness has gotten a whole lot ridiculous hasn't it
Those two in the pick-up were ignorant, and shit like that often backfires...giggle...I am not in any way biased so I don't consider old songs, cartoons, etc. politically incorrect...they just are what they are....and were never intended to insult anyone...society needs to lighten up...
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One day last fall, I was riding my bicycle in the country as I always did. There was this particular hill that led to a creek bottom. On the way down I reached speeds in excess of twenty five miles an hour.
