The Ugly Truth

I despise of having to be politically correct.
I shiver when someone calls me physical handicapped.
It sounds like they are trying to put cotton around the ugly truth,
and I throw the untarnished truth back in their face by calling myself a gimp.
And I do it with pride.
Also, every time I do it, I just smile sweetly when they cringe.

I wish the world would just go back where people speak the truth
without any hesitation or trying to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy.
Is it too much to ask everyone to take their rose-tinted glasses off and start
telling each other the ugly truth?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 10, 2017 at 11:41 PM
I really like the message you are portraying here.
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December 1, 2016 at 1:36 PM
I'm with you, WT, for most of the way. Totally agree about "PC" being stupid. Where I would disagree is that the chosen terminology doesn't have to be one way or the other. They are just words, after all. You may prefer "gimp." Somebody else wants "physically handicapped." A third person wants something else. My opinion - there's more to be gained by being polite on the personal level, than for an outside party to insist on generalizing for all three.
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October 12, 2016 at 1:02 PM
"...(R)ose-tinted glasses..." I love this image -- this sense of "warm and fuzzy" sedated eyes 'neath designer shades. It's a line that stands out as a perfect description of hiding (or deliberately ignoring.) I'm curious as to the root of this image, why you chose this line. I would love to read more and see more of these images of The Ugly Truth. Nicely penned. Thank you for sharing. W.
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October 11, 2016 at 7:17 AM
I'm with you on this. Nicely expressed.
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October 8, 2016 at 4:46 AM
LOL about having to be politically correct. It makes me SO tired really. What it does is: not taking you seriously, trying to avoid the truth sitting in your face, right? Wouldn't it just be awesome if people looked at you and really talked to you without worrying about the (politically correct) flavor of the season?
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