Sorry If I Offended You

This morning I read a Facebook post my friend had written about how her daughter was told by her teacher that she couldn’t say “Bless You” when someone in class sneezed.  Are you kidding me?  When did I blink and an age old tradition to wish someone good health has become offensive.  If someone chose to wish me “Alhamdulillah” when I sneezed I would never take offense, as long as I knew it didn’t mean that I smelled like a goat.  I am not religious but always say bless you to someone, it’s just a courteous thing to say.  It’s not like I’m throwing holy water on someone after they sneeze.  However, I do feel like throwing something at people most of the time.

Why would it offend someone if they are told good wishes by someone of another culture?  If someone wished me Happy Hanukkah I would be happy they chose to share their tradition with me, not be offended.  Now during the holiday season I feel like a deer in headlights, I never know what to say to anyone.  I stand there like the village idiot and blurt out Happy Birthday.  I feel guilty that I celebrate Christmas and want to spread my holiday cheer.  I personally enjoy Christmas lights because they are sparkly and make me smile, they in no way remind me of Jesus.  Before you know it, town squares will be dark during the holiday season because it’s too offensive.

This world or should I say country, has really gone too far.  We are at a point where if one person takes offense to something it must be banned or you are politically incorrect and going to Hell.  Oh sorry, Hell is probably offensive to someone so let’s just say a burning hot dark place.  If burning, hot, or dark places offend someone then maybe we can say something else.  Oh forget it, we really shouldn’t speak anymore because more likely than not, we are offending someone.

I know my blog offends 98% of the people that read it but my thought is, if you don’t like it, don’t read it.  Now leave me alone while I go put on my confederate flag bikini, drink out of my neutered Starbucks red cup, and wrap my house in Christmas lights.

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