The Sweet & Sour of Political Correctness

Do not fear political correctness. Take your mind back to a far away time when we lived under one glorious Sun King and toiled away on his fields and built monuments to his glory. It was politically correct to communicate in a certain way that pleased the Sun King and his henchman, or we ended up as sacrifices, slaves or stationary archery practise, so we kept quiet and used irony to convey our inner dissatisfaction. Life went on.
Fast forward to the present. The 20th Century was punctuated by some very nasty acts (which will occur again sooner or later) and the civilised world arose from the ashes and decided, enforceable by laws, that all are equal.  Post-war Western society was fortunate to have a giant lead in education so people in these societies, thanks to excessive time to be educated and excessive wealth to utilise the fruits of their studies, became enlightened (and some paid to) to a new state of thinking and enthralled in a new struggle and exploration: pushing the wild frontiers of equality. There have been good and bad consequences; just like old world explorers bashing exotic savages on the head with a bible and stealing their gold, those pushing the frontier of equality upon the many heathens out there require compensation for their effort of ‘salvation’ exerted. As the West is built on civility and equality (and not so much civility and equality to those not so in the West), the forcing of political correctness on the majority is vivid proof that all in the civilised world can be equalised (whether they like it or not), and if possible, just getting more equal than before.
Interpret the vogue of über political correctness like you would in former times – respect the Sun King or lose your head. Today, however, you respect the state’s laws and play politically correct because it is the acknowledged means to impress, ally and above all, pacify, everyone and anyone, regardless of their peculiarity; anything that stands out from the average and could be used as a focus for possible discrimination. If you don’t play the politically correct game, the worst case is that the state is there to enforce equality (by rewarding/compensating those treated un-equally) and punishing you, via a spectacle in a court of law; extracting wealth, privilege, and power from nasty little you. Political correctness protects (for many good reasons) legalised and legitimised minorities by annoying the majority (for which they can’t fully understand the reason). As a means of extracting financial remuneration, the enforcement of political correctness is not far removed from Robin Hood’s game of taxing those who pass through his forest. Robin Hood, however, isn’t the same old bandit anymore and the forest, well it’s now courts of law.
It pays to be politically correct in public, and self correct with yourself and those you trust. However, while playing political correct, remember that it is a game. You can play it safe and cautious, or you can play it to the extreme by inverting political correctness, so that it is shown as advantageous as jargon. Don’t be afraid to add a fair portion of irony to your political correctness, because if the shit hits the fan and some righteous representative of the state’s mighty laws doesn’t like what you say, thanks to political correctness directives, your irony is your disability. Be proud of it. Wear it on your sleeve. Tell people it’s not a behavioural problem, it is a personality enhancer. Give yourself the license to say what the fuck you want, when you want, or you will forever be muted and at the mercy of people who can communicate better than you.