THANK HEAVENS Halloween is done for another year.
Not because the little ghosts and goblins go door to door trick or treating, or head to some fun hallowe’en event, but because of the intolerable killjoys who would ruin everything, those who insist on political correctness to the extreme.
Costumes have become political statements, or are somehow motivated by unhealthy racial stereotypes nowadays.
So we have the spectacle of people forced to apologize for wearing Indian headgear, because apparently dressing up as a historical figure in this country is no longer acceptable.
And while those of us who grew up watching shows like Amos and Andy didn’t turn out to be racists, somehow someone showing up at a Hallowe’en party with a blackened face is guilty.
Presumably dressing as a ninja, or soldier or doctor, or dentist or even a housewife will be offensive to someone because it might glorify violence, or belittle a profession.
It’s not just Hallowe’en. In sports, team nicknames that have been around for decades are suddenly demeaning and are also the product of our racist society. So frowned upon— the Eskimos, the Redskins, the Indians, the Braves. The Saints have yet to be pilloried, but give it time; surely that must offend Christians somewhere.
Think about the Portland school principal who once declared Hispanic or Somalian students might be offended by peanut butter and jam sandwiches that the other kids bring, because that’s not what they eat in their culture, so he recommended equal time and attention to tortillas and pita bread.
An extreme example, yes, but all of this political correctness has us going in an extreme direction— extreme idiocy.
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