Off-Colour Society

I talk a lot, at length, and often to the total indifference of my audience... this is how come I write online, so I can accommodate my own self-righteousness with reckless abandon. I appreciate my own wit when others are lacking in the same. I appreciate a good joke, whether it be off-colour, or the politically acceptable variety, although I feel the strength of a good joke is definitely influenced by it's own diametrically opposed position from PC. I'm native/Irish/English/Scottish, so I feel I should be able to mock my race(s) with impunity. In essence... I'm not a fan of stupid, humourless, politically correct automatons that our universities are punching out these days. I have an utter disgust in their programmed responses and politically correct jargon. I've been doing some serious thinking today (as opposed to other days, where the only thinking required is done on the lavatory seat), dwelling on my thoughts and running them through the pressure cooker of my cerebellum, rather than simply regurgitating the pat answers that the simple minded and most sociology students expel like Montezuma's revenge at a chili tasting. I dislike anything to do with politically correct speech and behavior, not so much for the fact that PC people irritate me with their pseudo-English... I dislike the whole idea of having to reword my own speech so I don't offend someone... If you're offended by what I say...fuck off and go read something else...seriously. I wasn't put here on this planet to do a linguistic mambo with you. Our society is manipulated by special interest groups to the point of paralysis. I worked in an industry where the acronyms and terminology change daily because someone...someONE (emphasis on the 'ONE') might be offended by our previous terminology. We worry so much about offending anyone that we've hogtied ourselves. We spend millions of dollars paying psychologists and psychiatrists to do studies that in the end tell us nothing...other than they need more money for research... I see them as the social equivalent of the oil industry, where they're not trying to solve the problem...they're just looking for more sources of income. "Hey Doctor Smith, I just discovered that we can get more money for research if we change the acronyms every few years!" I like my heavy bag and focus pads... I release frustration on them daily and I lessen my urges to run amok through the sociology department at the local university... slapping every student into normality and burning the profs at the stake. We are a society paralyzed by legally-enforced propriety. Freedom of speech is laughable, in that we can say anything we want...as long as nobody is offended and decides to complain to their own specialized interest group who will picket my home and create a petition to remove my writing from any public periodical. So, my question is, "What the hell happened to being allowed to tell an off-colour joke?"