The Politically Incorrect Show - 22/03/2001
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Good afternoon, Kaya Oraaa & welcome to the Politically Incorrect Show on the free speech network, Radio Pacific, for Thursday March 22, proudly sponsored by Neanderton Nicotine Ltd., the show that says bugger the politicians & bureaucrats & all the other bossyboot busybodies who try to run our lives with our money; that stands tall for free enterprise, achievement, profit, & excellence, against the state-worshippers in our midst; that stands above all for the most sacred thing in the universe, the liberty of the human individual.
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Part of the uplift I get from doing this programme is receiving e-mails from people who get uplifted by it. I read those out to you occasionally. Part of the FUN is the hate-mail. It gives me such a laugh. I've had a couple of those, lately. One said:
"It was NEVER cool to be politically correct, no one ever liked labeling themselves as politically correct, it has never been radical to be politically incorrect--very mainstream in fact, and your tired use of the label of PC (and its obverse, PIC) attests to your affiliation to a dimwitted Right-Wing idiocy which uses a convenient all-encompassing label to uniformly censor any thought or practice that involves one person being nice to another (or socialism as you call it). And if you are being honest, Mr P, then you have to admit that such an all-blanketing term such as POLITICALLY CORRECT is just a way for ignorant and insensitive people to label other people (usually left-wingers but not always) in mob fashion so that those thereby labelled are prejudged and excluded outright from being able to contribute to the conversation."
I've explained till I'm blue in the face why my beliefs are no more "right-wing" than they are "left-wing" & I shan't attempt to do so again here. And, as I think the record shows, I am all in favour of being "nice" to people who disagree with me, as long as I think their disagreement is honest. When I become convinced that it's vicious I cease to be nice. I would NOT be nice to Adolf Hitler. But I'm the first to say you should treat each person on his merits, & I think, by & large, I live up to that. I even give the time of day to a regular caller to this programme who seriously believes that all Jews & homosexuals should be put to death when, perhaps, I shouldn't.
Another unsympathetic e-mailer had this to say:
"For some reason, I do not find the idea of your dying the least bit profoundly irritating. [This is a reference to my most recent Free Radical editorial.] Maybe that is because you are so self-important and totally dismissive of other's ideas and sensitivities, that I fail to shed a tear for the thought of poor Lindsay face up with a coterie of leaderless libz hanging around looking sheepish (sheeple-ish?).
"Which is sad. You obviously were a sensitive and talented person once, but I guess television and plonk have severely dulled both qualities.
"Had your lungs checked out recently?"
Sorry to report that I haven't, but that as far as I know none of my organs is as yet afflicted with a terminal condition. When last checked, even my liver was absolutely normal, which will astonish my correspondent, no doubt. It is a sobering thought, though, that there are people who wish one dead. I can only assume that those who wish to evade the truth reserve their most intense hatred for those who speak it. Though it may be insensitive of me to do so, I intend to go on speaking the truth until I AM face up. The health benefits I derive from laughing at hate-mail will undoubtedly delay my assumption of such a position. So to my hate-mailers I say: if you want me to die soon, you'd better start being NICE to me!
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