Many of you may not realize it, but this site
is fully licensed. Now, some bloggers out there just rant and say
whatever comes into their tiny little heads -- not us: we have an Official Junior Blogger’s License from the FCC.
Such
an honor does not come without obligations. There are certain words
you may not say, certain opinions you may not express, certain thoughts
you may not entertain. (Not that we would ever dream of entertaining
any!)
Well,
we just had a call from the FCC, and apparently we at some point
inadvertently offended someone, somewhere, at some time, in violation of
paragraph 986b of Addendum D. Our infraction, it seems, was to have
posted a link to the following sexistracist abomination,
Bill Haley sings "Ten Little [ethnonym deleted]"
which we hereby duly abominate.
So in accordance with regulation 544-10-f, we are now required to post something impeccably politically Correct.
Here you go:
One little, two little, three little Native-Americans;
Four little, five little, six little Native-Americans;
Seven little size-challenged, eight size-challenged Native Americans of unspecified height and weight, nine [modifiers redacted] Native-Americans;
Ten [XXX little Indian boys XXX] =>
underage Native-Americans,
size unspecified,
equally divided among males, females, hermaphrodites,
and the transgendered.
underage Native-Americans,
size unspecified,
equally divided among males, females, hermaphrodites,
and the transgendered.
[Update Oct 2012] I may have completely misremembered the urtext -- as a
count-up, rather than a countdown.
Reading Theodor Reik’s memoir, The Search Within (1956), I was
met with different version, which begins
“Ten little” and winds up “Four little, three little, two little Indians
/ One little Indian boy”. This
last, one of his patients was suffering as an earworm. Reik comments (in his dirty-uncle
psychoanalytic way)
A few minutes before, the patient
had spoken of his brothers and sisters.
It was easy to guess that the unconscious desire to remove his siblings
and to have the position of an only child
had found its expression in that ditty.
The things one reads …
[Update] Turns
out there is an even less salonfähig urtext-behind-the-urtext, which, after
several launderings, appears as And Then There Were None (the
best-selling mystery novel of all time). Wikipedia
tells you all about it; but to
this, upon pain of the wrath of the regulators, we dare not even link.
Under the terms of our
consent agreement with the FCC, we shall refrain on commenting on the
articles in this morning’s newspapers:
The
article makes a fascinating observation: In some ways, unwed mothers
are just smart shoppers: “Explanations for marital decline start with
home economics.” With the decline in union jobs, “men are worth less than they used to be.”
In
that perspective, developments like the following may be not
unrelated: as marriage is cheapened, people think why bother defending
it:
(We … are … doomed …….. )
[Update 5 Sept 2015] George Will -- shooting
fish in a barrel, but doing it amusingly:
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