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Offensensitivitosis: Also Known As Whinybitchitis
Jul 8, 2015

Offensensitivitosis: Also Known As Whinybitchitis

Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, creeds, and colors; I, E. Adam Thomas, being of sound mind and vaguely not-too-decrepit body, hereby serve notice upon all humanity that I am fucking sick to death of all of your whining and bullshit. I’m fed up with all of you. Gay or straight, black or white, theist or atheist… all of you can fuck right the hell off. Why, may you ask? Because about 98% of everybody who makes a big stink about being offended by one thing or another have no business being offended by it at all. You band-wagon hopping, trend-following, faux-vegan, hipster douchebags are finally hitting my last raw nerve.

I started flipping my lid like this as a youngster

Now, I think of myself as a generally sensitive guy. I don’t like to offend people (outside of my blog and my videos, anyway), and I try to be considerate of other people’s feelings, but lately, you dorks have made it almost impossible for me to avoid pissing someone off. I therefore hath decreed that I am officially out of fucks to give. They’re all gone, and the warehouse has notified me that there won’t be any more fucks in stock for the foreseeable future. Too many cooks, not enough fucks. The fuck train has been derailed, exploded, and burned up all the fucks it was supposed to deliver to needy fuck givers like myself. The fuck mines are depleted, and the manufacturer of fucks has shut down the plant indefinitely. The fuck fairy has died, and they can’t find a replacement. There is a massive fuck drought, impacting all of Fucklifornia. The fuck well has run dry. The National Fuck Service has declared that no more fucks will be made available in perpetuity, citing nonexistent supply sources. We’re all give-a-fucked out!

We're also out of these!

What has so egregiously exhausted my patience here? Well, let me tell you, Buddy Boy, I think the final straw was this bad boy here…

The source of all evil?

You see, this boring-ass piece of cloth has generated more furrowed brows and heightened heart rates than the time Jay Leno tossed Martha Stewart’s salad on the Tonight Show. It was sparked by some ignorant fucking hillbilly murdering several innocent people in a church because they weren’t white. Instead of getting mad at ignorant hillbillies, we get mad at an obsolete piece of cotton? Are you fucking stupid people? The problem isn’t the symbol, it’s the death-deprived jackfucks who think they have the right to murder people. That’s what it boils down to. They think they have a right to murder people. Doesn’t matter why, if they have some religious or ethnic prejudice… You can’t murder people! You just can’t, okay Opie? We understanding each other, Boah? Now you take that gun, clean ‘er up real purty like, and put ‘er away, then go git washed up fer supper. Aunt Bea’s made us a real fine pot roast!

What pisses me off about this whole situation is that, first of all, instead of demonizing the fuckheads that perpetrate these monstrous acts, we’re demonizing a fucking piece of fabric. That, my friends, is the textbook definition of STUPID! We overreact about the symbol, and under react about the crime. Nobody is even mentioning the event itself, because they’re all too wrapped up in trying to make it impossible to show the flag, or any representation of it therein. We’re always doing that kind of shit. Retconning the past to make it more politically correct. It’s absolutely idiotic. This kind of garbage is turning us into a society of over reactionary knee-jerkers, and I’m sick of it. Now, some folks like to blame 911 and the subsequent sociological fallout from that event, but that’s just bullshit. Political Correctness has been the scourge of our society since the 1990’s, and its impact is escalating to the extent that absolutely nothing is safe to talk about. Can’t talk about the weather, because someone in earshot may have lost an uncle in Hurricane Katrina. Can’t look at an old picture of the New York City skyline, lest we accidentally catch a glimpse of the World Trade Center. And Heaven forbid TV Land leave a show like the Dukes of Hazzard on the air, because a car has that fucking FLAG painted on it.

Now, I may catch some shit for this, but frankly, I can’t stand The Dukes of Hazzard.  (ed: I obviously have a different view of the show, but not the issue) It’s a fucking stupid show. It’s not amusing, the stunts are lame, the characters are absolutely irritatingly unfunny and badly written… which makes it perfect for the demographic for which it was developed. Nonetheless, it is absolutely insane to stop airing the show on TV Land just because of an automotive paint job. It was not placed there to upset anyone.

Without the flag, it's just another ugly-ass car.

Look, if someone punches you in the face, you have every right to get upset and even retaliate, but you can’t get mad at someone because they possess a hand, that could  be made into a fist. You’re simply feeding into a monster of fear and intimidation created by your own weak, paranoid brain. It’s not entirely your fault, of course. The media has been force feeding tragedy and terror to you ever since the first newspaper guy noticed his circulation going up everytime the headline had something to do with one soggy bucket of blood and bones fucking over another soggy bucket of blood and bones out of no truly respectable reason whatsoever.

Here's a picture of a bucket, minus the sogginess, blood or bones. Still a pretty apt metaphor!

I’m not singling out the so-called “Liberal” media, either. All media outlets thrive on panic, terror and suffering. It’s infinitely more lucrative than headlines about a fireman saving a kitten from a tree, or a boy scout helping an old lady across the street. It ain’t news unless the kitten goes feral and attacks the fireman, or both the old lady and the boy scout are killed (the more horrible the gore the better) by a stolen semi full of nuclear bomb parts blasting through the intersection at 125 mph, spewing blood, viscera and merit badges in all directions. If both the kitten and the fireman are also impaled by pieces of the old lady’s walker, that’s extra money in the bank! This is why I cannot, in all good conscience, take any of your offensensitivity bullshit the least bit serious.

Hell, Burke Breathed was calling us out on this shit nearly 30 years ago!

I have always loved Bloom County! Best comic strip other than Peanuts ever!

Also, you might want to take into consideration the fact that the more you whine and pout about being offended by something, the more it hurts the credibility of anyone else who might have a valid reason to take offense to something truly egregious. You’re basically making things worse for people who don’t need things to get any worse, and you’re only doing so to make your own visibility on social media more prominent. In your own way, you’re trying to make yourself a microcelebrity on the backs of other people’s legitimate misery. That, my friend, makes you a selfish fucking prick! Pure and simple! You suck as a human being, because you’re trying to make yourself feel more important than the people who are genuinely hurt by whatever it is.

Therefore, I decree that, as of this day, anyone who flies into a rage about a topic that frankly has nothing to do with their own personal experience, or anyone who takes a peripherally tangible issue and exaggerates it out of proportion, can go fuck themselves into a corner. You have just made yourself and your “cause” a subject of scorn and ridicule, and anyone truly affected by whatever it is that you are flopsweating about should have the right to come right up behind you and smack you hard on the back of your head!

Here endeth the lesson!

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