Political Correctness

The scene abruptly changed.
I entered the “liberal section” of the Politically-Correct Coffee Shop” looking for my buddy, Joe. A portrait of Franklin Roosevelt sitting in a wheel chair hung over the fireplace. I quickly scanned the rest of the room. They had photos of Che Guevara and Saul Alinsky prominently displayed, in very artistic ways, I must add.
Che looked simply dashing wearing his revolutionary togs. That man knew how to sport a beret!
The portrait of Saul Alinsky was smart and classy. He looked sharp in his traditional suit and tie and sported a fedora, ala Sinatra.
The bookshelf had stacks of his legendary tome, “Rules for Radicals.”

The sign stopped us in our tracks:
“Politically Correct Coffee Shop.”
My buddy, Joe, and I looked at each other quizzically. “What in the world?!”
Joe embraces all things liberal just as I embrace most things conservative. We are both coffee drinkers. We enjoy lively conversation. We were hooked and decided to check out this new downtown coffee shop.
We noticed there were two doors in which we could enter. On the left side of the building was a sign that said “liberals only.”
On the right side of the building was a sign that said “conservatives only.”
Joe said, “I’ll meet you inside. You go in your door, I’ll go in mine. But let’s sit on the liberal side. I don’t think I could stomach hanging around with too many conservatives, present company excepted.”
I told him, “Fine with me. See you inside.”