Stop Stealing Our HOLYdays

I've been asked to update. Here you go.

Sometimes Libs do good things, but when it comes to being politically correct, they tend to go overboard.
Here are some things Democrats have done to annoy me.

The Cookie Monster has been ordered to stop filling up on cookies. New episodes will show him stuffing his face with fresh fruit and veggies. "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me." is gone. Now it's "A cookie is a sometimes food." Now there is a fruit stand with Alicia Keys and Hillary Linton singing about good eating and fitness.
A female liberal producer stressed: “We are not really putting Cookie Monster on a diet and we would never take the position of no sugar. We’'re teaching him moderation.”"
Sounds like a diet to me.

Muppet with AIDS

Easter Bunny into the Spring Rabbit so they wouldn't offend non-Christians.
Easter is the Christian celebration of the rebirth of Christ. I don't know why you would celebrate it if you don't believe in Jesus. It would be like me throwing a party at my own house every time Allah or Muhammad has a Birthday, even though I'm a Christian.
I'll use Meelad al-Nabi for example. That's the name for the Muslim holiday which
celebrates the Birthday of the Prophet Muhammad.
They eat food along with many other things on this special day. It would be stupid of me, as a Christian, to decorate my house for another God and eat in celebration of him.
You know what though? I might just celebrate their holiday anyway. However, if I do, I think I'm going to call it "Meal I'll Nabble (Nibble)" because "Meelad al-Nabi" offends me.

Sound really pointless and stupid? It is.
This is the type of thing the libs do.
CLICK THE PICTURE RIGHT NOW


Just look how pissed off Muhammad and Allah are! Click the picture if you haven't figured it out already.


Here are some more politically correct terms that the Liberals (especially the media) have made to annoy me.

Forefathers----->Forepersons (That's right, some think forefathers is offensive)
Mankind-----> Society
Chairman----->Chairperson
Fireman-----> Firefighter
Stewardess/Steward-----> Flight Attendant
Blacks-----> African Americans
Indians-----> Native-Americans (Actually are different)
Orientals-----> Asian-American
Disabled/Handicapped-----> Differently Abled
Addicted-----> Chemically Challenged
Ghetto-----> Economic Oppression Zone
Homeless/Bums-----> Displaced homeowners
Gay-----> Same Sex
Freshmen-----> First Year Students
FOREFATHERS-----> FOREPERSONS
Master/Slave Harddrives-----> Who knows what long word they'll give it.
Heterosexual Marriage---->Non-Same Sex Marriage
Terrorists-----> Insurgents (that's just asinine)
Liberal-----> Progressive
Midget-----> Little Person
Jew (which isn't offensive)-----> Jewish Person
Eskimo-----> Inuit
Elderly-----> Senior Citizens
Asylum Seekers-----> Refugees
Meter Maid-----> Parking Enforcer
Prostitute-----> Sex Worker, Sex Surrogate
Fat-----> Differently Sized
Criminal-----> Unsavory character
Poor-----> Financially Challenged
Battle Fatigued-----> ShellShocked
Unemployed-----> Involuntarily Leisured
Mexican-----> Hispanic (this one really gets me)
Race-----> Ethnicity
Blind-----> Visually Challenged
Canadian words.
Hairdresser-----> Hair Stylist
Anti-Abortion-----> Pro-Life
Chairman-----> Chairperson
Burglary-----> Home Invasion
Deaf-----> Hearing impaired
Broken Home-----> Dysfunctional
Christmas-----> Xmas
Easter bunny-----> Spring Rabbit


Postman-----> Letter Carrier
Unemployment insurance-----> Employment insurance
Welfare-----> Canada Words
Immigrant-----> Newcomer

I saw a quote. "Zero is a robust single."

Flatten a Fetus

Those who know me, know my baby stomping boots. They are the best stomping boots on earth because in the souls, lies depleted uranium. People at school have been asking me where they are.
Well I found them, one of them.
Whenever I happen to wake up early on a warm, beautiful Sunday morning, I get this happy feeling. The scent of fresh, bloody coat hangers fills my nostrils and tickles my mucus membranes.
It's a feeling similar to what a brat feels when he wakes up on Christmas morning. I can almost smell the aborted feti (fetuses) in the dumpsters in the alleyways. After I don my "bum costume," I slip the boots on. These boots are so heavy that when I find a fetus, I don't even have to stomp. I
just lift my leg over the fetus (like a pissing dog), and let gravity do the rest. That's how heavy depleted uranium is. I prefer to let the boots stop the fetus in a criss-cross pattern, carefully saving the beautiful, underdeveloped head for last.

Back to the boot I found. It was lying there, sad in the back yard. My dog, Vega, had gotten a hold of it. I was fairly impressed so I decided not to inject her with silicon and botox.

I normally wouldn't mind having messed up shoes. However, these shoes are so heavy that they need to cling firmly to my ankles, and as you can see, the ankles have been slaughtered.
Speaking of slaughtering, I decided to take my Baby Stomping Boots out for one last fetus flattening. Here are the pictures. They're so beautiful it almost brings a tear to your eyes.
Almost.