I was ga-ga over a cheerleader away back in time. I used to go to her cheerleader practice in an attempt to be noticed. One of their cheers was “Go back, go back, go back to the woods….because you haven’t, you haven’t, you haven’t got the goods”. I wonder how that would play today. When Hillary Clinton called Trump voters “deplorable’s”, the media shrugged. One of the fab four now (not talking about the Beatles) called his audience’s disgusting, the media didn’t blink. Maybe someone needs to define the work. I’m talking about the “R” word. Maybe we need to have a set of rules, just like the ones for playing Pinochle or Bridge. Things you can and can’t say. If Italian jokes like the auto FIAT standing for “fix it again, Tony” isn’t a catch all, then how about blonde jokes or Aggie jokes? Where is the line drawn. “That dress really looks good on you” might draw a rebuke from a overly tense female. If you dare mention the word chicken in the same breath with an African American, you are racist. I’m white. Been that way all my life. I love chicken. Eat it 2 or 3 times a week. We need a set of rules and if someone “understeps” them, they should not be criticized or beaten with a mop handle. Hey Congress, work on that one.