During a meeting of the county commissioners in Dallas, Texas, one commissioner used the term "black hole." He said, "It sounds like Central Collections has become a black hole," meaning that the county's collection office had become like that celestial object you can't see (hence the term "black"... because you can't see black against the inky blackness of the universe's backdrop) that sucks things in never to be seen again.
Another commissioner was offended by the term and demanded an apology (I'm not making this up).
You would expect the other commissioners present to stare in disbelief and politely suggest, "Get a grip!" Not so much. Another commissioner chimed in that such language was unacceptable. How you get from black holes to racism is beyond me. But it got even more bizarre.
"So if it's 'angel food cake,' it's white. If it's 'devil's food cake,' it's black. If you're the 'black sheep of the family,' then you gotta be bad, you know. 'White sheep,' you're okay. You know?"

Our hyper-sensitive political correctness has gotten WAY out of hand. Pretty soon America's vertically challenged red-heads will be griping about strawberry shortcake.
Lighten up, Francis!
1 comment:
Wow. I'm not even sure what else to say...
Good thing my kids like tacos...? Hahaha!
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