I absolutely love people who are not politically correct. I might, in fact, adore them, but for the strictures of the 2nd Commandment. The politically incorrect allow us to more efficiently sort through the myriad errata that float across the airwaves, occupy screen pixels and litter column inches.
In short, the politically incorrect can often be counted on to self-identify as bigots, fools, zealots and wingnuts. They save us the effort of reading between the lines. They check off jackass boxes faster than we can discount whatever crap they are purveying. And they help us indulge our own self importance as we revel in our comparative brilliance.
I’m nicer than David Duke and most of the ladies on The View, and smarter than your average Grand Wizard or Sean Penn. Now, there’s something to write home about!
All of this demands one big caveat: Political correctness can in fact be a virtue. I deeply admire people who consider the truth more important than political correctness; who say what needs to be said, mindful of but not cowed by those who might take offense; and who don’t care what the political implications might be.
I want to be one of those people when I grow up.