DOWN but not OUT

Here's a heartwarming story. It denies reality.

It's opposite to a story called "The Emperor's New Clothes," which applauded an iconoclastic kid.

The lesson of "The Emperor's New Clothes" was: speak the truth. If you do, you will be rewarded for your honesty. (After all, The Emperor didn't say "Off with his head!")

Here, we deny the truth.

The excuse is "we don't want to hurt someone's feelings." Awwwwww.

Make that arrrrrrrrr-go fuck yerself.

What happened to being a Realist?

Cheerleaders are supposed to be attractive and agile. Like ring card girls in boxing, they are supposed to add sexuality to a brutal sport. They are there as an extra come-on for guys who LOVE their sex and violence.

Who the fuck wants to see an obese slob waddling around the boxing ring? (I mean, besides Chris Arreola).

Cheerleaders are supposed to synchronize and make the same moves and have the same general body shape.

Should the cheerleading squad include someone in a wheelchair? "She can hold pom poms just like the others. She just can't do leaps. Let her on the squad." How about a burn victim? "It would be great for her self-esteem. Who cares if everybody's depressed." And a Down syndrome chick? "Oh, it's so CUTE how she tries to keep up. GOOD for her!"

No, there's a time and a place for sappy sentiment, and there are things like the "Special Olympics" which allow people with "challenges" to feel good about themselves.

The treacle-brigade that actually raised money to cyber-bully officials into caving and having a ridiculous cheerleader, would be the LAST to go to a restaurant where the waitress had Down syndrome, or the waiter was blind. ("Over hear with the trays...a little bit closer...you're almost there...)

At least there was a quiet compromise here; NO, this girl will not be on the squad, doing her un-synchronized flippering or whatever the fuck she does. BUT...she'll be able to scamper around before the game, and gesticulate as the team comes onto the field. Which is saying, "We're giving her privileges that nobody else gets, because in truth, she ain't normal and we feel sorry for her."

Some 8 year-old would like to be on the field and greet the players? Fuck you, kid. Some old soldier who served in World War II would like to be on the field and get a closer look at the players? Suck an egg, gramps. We selectively make exceptions, and Down syndrome is IT.

How about NOT feeling sorry for her and not lowering the bar? Let her find things she's good at and don't make excuses for what she's NOT good at. Any of you want to hear Shauna Cuntwell singing flat because you feel sorry for her? Should Columbia sign her to a deal because otherwise her feelings would be hurt?

In the 21st Century anything goes. Let's have no rules. Let's change what's normal. "Marriage" WAS between a man and a woman? Let's make it between anyone or anything. Don't come up with a normal compromise ("civil union") just fuck up tradition instead.

The world did ok before the PC squad began to control the world like Fascists. "Oooh, we can't have fat shaming! Let's have unhealthy rubbery pigs model swim suits!" Where was "fat shaming" when Kate Smith was around? Nobody made fun of that blimp. She had a very successful career. Her talent was what people cared about. Same with fat Pavarotti. Same with ugly Tony Bennett. It's possible that if you're good at what you do, the faults are forgotten.

NOW we're supposed to tolerate everything. Drag queens can screech and posture while normals would be told to shut the fuck up. Muslims can cloak themselves in black from head to toe and we're supposed to risk our lives and HOPE they aren't carrying weapons. Idiot countries that create EBOLA and ZIKA aren't quarantined because that would be racist. "It's all good, yo!"

When these clowns take the bus to the train to get to the stadium to see this girl flounder around...how many would be happy if the bus driver was Down syndrome? Or the train conductor? "Oh, he always wanted to drive a bus...he always wanted to toot a train whistle..." And you folks always wanted to get into an accident and lose your fucking arms and legs? Good, then you can insist on a new career in ballet dancing. And don't let anyone tell you that you can't!