It’s all a bit sad really isn’t it, this political correctness. The world has gone ever so slightly mad and sad to say, we seem to be sitting back and allowing it to happen. Utter madness.
I’m not referring to those issues that obviously need to be treated with correctness, no indeed. I certainly wouldn’t want to defend those racists, or sexists among us. But I am concerned about an article I saw on the news yesterday that seemed to be saying the public needs protecting against the dangers of politically incorrect greetings cards.
At first I didn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but sure enough there on the screen was some fool holding up an ‘Old Fart’ birthday card as an example of bad taste. Oh dear. Does this mean I should bin the ‘Old Fart’s Socks’ my daughter bought me last Christmas? Or the ‘Shawn The Sheep’ oven mitt in case it make me think I have my fist up a sheep’s arse…
Old Git
Where will it ever end? I suppose I’ll have to stop drinking ‘Old Git’ wines now too and perish the thought I should ask for a bottle of ‘Old Tart’!!
Someone send for the men in the little white coats, I think I’m ready to go now… 
