All they want is for your mind to be right.
Are you as sick of this neo-Maoist, “My mind is right, boss!” crap as I am?
Our friend Bob Knight has a column this week in The Washington Times (https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2018/aug/5/public-scapegoating-about-tweets-and-emails-of-yor/) which, among other outrages to sanity and common sense, informs us that the Washington Nationals’ shortstop must meet with Major League Baseball’s “vice president for social responsibility and inclusion.”
See, it has been revealed that this 25-year-old athlete made some enemy-of-the-people tweets when he was a teenager, and now he has to apologize to assorted “communities” of Precious Cherished Minorities and meet with the Lord High Jidrool of Baseball to “determine appropriate sensitivity training.” Sweatbox, lobotomy, self-criticism sessions–whatever floats their boat.
Just once, just once, I wish somebody accused of voicing “hate” umpteen years ago would reply, “To all of you who may have been offended by something I tweeted when I was 17 years old… eat me!”
Once upon a time I was a walking encyclopedia of baseball. How I loved it! But then they merged the leagues, American and National, to kill the competition, adulterated the product, and have now seasoned the already unpalatable mess with heaping spoonfuls of Political Correctness. So I have learned to live without baseball.
One of these days I’d like to live without Political Correctness.