Ahh...Political Correctness (if correctness is even a word). You know, I really try to be politically correct which is hard to do in this day and age. Instead of stereotyping minorites, I find that a nice dose of reverse discrimination keeps me safe and on the politically correct track.
You know what I mean. Whenever I'm at the airport, I signal TSA about potential terrorists. I'm relieved when I see them checking twenty-two year old white women pushing strollers around. Strollers, ha, more like anthrax sponges. Whenever I'm at the clothing store, I stand next to the dressing room making sure the attendant gives the customers the right number. That Gladys is always trying to sneak leather pants out under her moo-moo. Man, that policy is sooo hetero. Whenever I am in a crowded area like church I keep careful hold of my belongings (hello tithing, cha-ching!), and check my pockets after walking past the primary children. You can never be too careful.