I am tired of PC.
Not personal computers. I mean political correctness.
When I read last Friday’s op-ed piece by Wall Street Journal editorial board member Stephen Moore about the Independence Institute bash in Colorado where there was “a whole lot of drinking, smoking and shooting, but thankfully not in that order,” I wanted to applaud. My favorite passages:
These people are just dog tired of having the government tell them what to do: Buckle your seat belt, wear your bike helmet, don’t smoke, don’t shoot, teach your 8-year-olds to wear condoms—and, most of all, stop complaining and pay your taxes... There was a discussion over lunch at my picnic table about how Congress is regulating nearly every basic household appliance—refrigerators, washers and dryers, toilets, hair dryers, shower heads, lawnmowers—to make sure that we are not, God forbid, wasting water or energy. A woman told me that she is stocking up on cartons of incandescent light bulbs, because soon it will be illegal to buy them. (The poor lady insisted on remaining anonymous so that the light-bulb police don’t come to search her home.)
Moore’s piece got me thinking about how and when to say what you believe—from a silent protest all the way up to becoming a whistleblower and issuing a very public tongue-lashing.
Being a whistleblower can be therapeutic.
It can also wreck your life.
My Silent Boycott
Given the reckless disregard for public safety and the sanctity of intellectual property by the Chinese, I have decided whenever possible not to buy things made in China. I don’t noisily confront buyers of Chinese merchandise or have signs in my window that make my feelings known. I just try to avoid China’s merchandise. As a dog and cat owner, it’s my tip o’ the hat to the 4,000 pets that died—and the illness of many thousands more—from poisoned food imported from China and to the bereaved owners who shelled out many thousands of dollars in hopes of saving them. My solitary anti-Chinese action is probably stupid and petty and represents not one drop in the ocean of our negative balance of trade. But it makes me feel good, and I am not hurting anybody.