This editorial appeared the other day. The writer, obviously overdosed in PC-ism but a voluteer to that side came so close to seeing the light & at the very end, she blew it, big time. Well, maybe it's a start.
Ok so far, then right at the end she writes;
Maybe next time.
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It's December, so like every year I've been walking around cursing my to-do list and humming "White Christmas." I really am always wishing for one, but this season the tune's been looping through my brain more than usual because my 10-year-old has been practicing it nonstop for her solo in the annual Christmas pagea -- , er, winter concert program at her Alexandria grade school.
The first snow of the season was still three days off, though, when she came home one afternoon sputtering with frustration. Her solo had been scratched, she informed me, with tears falling at blizzard speed. The school administration thought the program needed more diversity, and so it came to pass that "White Christmas" was whited out.
Ok so far, then right at the end she writes;
All in all, a sense of fairness, inclusivity and righteous fear of offense has come over the land. And this is a good thing.
Maybe next time.
Washington Post version