PC has gone too far!

There has been a growing argument in this country about political correctness and whether it’s gone overboard or not.  Now, in the past, the issue has kind of annoyed me, but not to the point where I feel like I must speak out about it.  Some examples are in college when people always referred to black people as African-Americans all the time.  The issue didn’t really affect my life too much, but saying African-American takes longer than saying black, and I felt the reason for saying it was kind of sissy, but whatever, no big deal.

And I’m sure you all are aware of the Bill O’Rielly controversy on The View about Muslims, as well as Juan Williams getting fired from NPR when talking about them.  Again, I can sympathize with him, cause of the annoyance issue and the “Bury your head in the sand” mentality, but overall, I don’t really know any Muslims personally, and I don’t really talk about Muslims too much, so again, the issue doesn’t really affect me too severely, and besides, Juan and O’Rielly got a huge boost in popularity over the whole thing, so they came out on top (I bet barely anybody knew who Juan Williams was before he got fired from NPR).

BUT…  Something happened, and it Pissed me off!  To the point where I have determined that PC has gone too far, because I decided to blog about it.

Brett Favre in earlier days as a better man was considered the greatest quarterback to ever play for the Green Bay Packers.  He played 16 Seasons with the Pack, leading them to a couple of Superbowls and even winning one for em’.  Seeing that the majority of my family resides in Wisconsin, I have grown up knowing that the Packers are the best, and Brett was our glorious leader who’d never leave our side. 

And then, out of nowhere, Mr. Favre, the one we Packers fans grew up with, were there for him when his father died, when his wife went through cancer, and the fans who would follow him courageously into battle, even if were certain death, pulled a big “F*** You” to the State of Wisconsin, and to Packers fans across the globe.  The sacred trust between him and the Packer nation had been broken with one horrific stunt…

He signed to play for the Minnesotta Vikings.  The absolute most treacherous team in the NFL.

This downright appalling movie took years off my life, and gave half my family heart attacks.  It took a long time to recover, and then I had found the perfect solution to my problems.  I decided to order a jersey to reflect the nature of what this man will be remembered by.  A Green Bay jersey with the number “4” on it, and displaying the name “JUDAS” where the “FAVRE” used to be.

I gleefully went to my computer and sent out the order for my customized jersey, and was rather proud of myself for what I had accomplished.  Replacing Favre’s name with the one of the man who betrayed Jesus was perfectly fitting for this occasion, and for the first time in a long time, I actually felt at peace again.  But unfortunately, tragedies don’t have happy endings.

The next day leaving work, I look at my phone and get a message from Packer Pro Shop in Wisconsin telling me they’ve cancelled my order.  I was outraged!  Completely irate!  How could this happen???  I tried to calm myself, but it was no use.  In my fatal fury, I grabbed my phone and called the store back.  I demanded an explanation, and what I got was a complete load of poppycock! 

All the lady would tell me was “Um, we don’t allow that on our jersey, it’s against our policy to have offensive names on our jersey.”  That’s all she could say!  So I shot back:

1.     He’s an asshole

2.     He’s a perv

3.     HE TURNED HIS BACK ON THE PACK AND PLAYED FOR THE VIKINGS!

It was no use however.  They wouldn’t budge, and they just cowered in fear that they would be offensive instead of standing up for what’s right in this world.   That day would change me forever, for I realized that this great nation is not the same nation that I once new, when people are scared to call out a traitor for what he really is, and would rather bury their heads in the sand instead of stand up for the right thing.

I tried a different store, and same results.  I mean, who’s offended by this?  Brett Favre?  Well screw that guy!  And I don’t know anybody who’s name is Judas, and if they were, their parents are screwed up.  This is America for Christ’s sake, it’s our God given right to offend people, whether they like it or not, AND whether it’s right or wrong!

So now, my life is in shambles again, and sadly I won’t be wearing my number 4 Green Bay “JUDAS” jersey tomorrow when the Packers play the Vikings again for which may be the final time Favre will play against them.  So being that I’m back on the road to recovery, I say it’s time to scale back the PC BS so a travesty of this magnitude never happens to anybody ever again!