Dictatorship of the Whack Jobs

We live in a day and age when anyone with a crackpot idea can get the infamous 15 minutes of fame and we are supposed to shake in our politically correct shoes. What’s scary is that people actually give serious consideration to some of this garbage. Much of the muck in which we find ourselves today can be directly traced to some of these nutty ideas, and like trained politically correct dogs, we subject ourselves to a Dictatorship of the Whack Jobs. If you say something long enough and loud enough, people will begin to believe it. Before you know it, the craziest person in the room is running the asylum. Three examples have surfaced over the last 24 hours.

1) Mother Theresa deserves to be on a stamp. Our beloved post office has decided to honor this marvelous woman by issuing a postage stamp in her honor; and here come the whacked atheist groups complaining that this is an endorsement of religion. Here is a “saint” in both the sacred and secular sense that devoted her entire life to the poorest of the poor. Yes, she was a nun. And Martin Luther King was a minister. So what!! Now we will hear a prolonged discussion about the separation of church and state. Let’s all sing a verse of Silent Night and forget the whole thing.

2) Johnny Weir is an American ice skater currently going through the 2010 Olympic trials. In one of his performances, he wore a costume trimmed in fox. Here comes some whack job animal rights group, the Friends of Animals, requesting that he change his costume and respect the rights of animals. You know what? Go away. You mind your business and I will mind mine. But poor Johnny, afraid he would be harassed at the Olympic qualifying events, acquiesced and changed to “faux”. If you don’t think the harassment of those who wear fur coats is real, I have personally witnessed, right in downtown Youngstown, red paint thrown on fur coats by these idiots. Here is the deal. My wife wears fur, and lots of it. And she will continue to wear fur. The former wife of a friend of mine said it best when confronted by one of these misguided animal rights fools. She said: “This mink was born for me to wear on my back!” And that’s the fact, jack.

3) Speaking of which, Ground Hogs Day was this past Tuesday. Here come our friends at PETA complaining that Punxutawney Phil should be replaced with an animal robot because the groundhog is being subjected to extreme cruelty while looking for his shadow. I should have the life this animal has, pampered to the max the other 364 days of the year. Of course this was a cheap publicity stunt for this group which crossed the line from legitimate concerns into complete insanity a long time ago. But you know what? Some idiot will be sitting watching his television set going “Ya, man. They’re right. We ought to stop that stuff. Save the groundhog.”

Are all of the above funny? Of course they are. And for the most part, we take them for what they are worth. The point is that just because someone complains about something doesn’t mean we should act on it. The biggest nuts are the ones with the biggest mouths. If it starts to sink into our societal norms, we all end up paying the price…and sacrificing our freedom.

Just ask the restaurant owners in New York City who are being told by Mayor Bloomberg to take salt shakers off the tables and limit salt content in their food. Limited salt intake is a good idea if some of us need to do that. On the other hand, it’s none of Mayor Bloomberg’s business. Maybe he will try to ban people wearing furs in New York next…and take my word for it…you will see that coming in the next few years in some city, some place.