WIXY's Gone Bananas

There are times when I feel the "thought police" assume too much power. Often in my life, I have been told when I should be offended. I've also been told that some issues I take offense to are trivial matters and that I am behind the times. As a Northeast Ohio resident, I am reminded every opening day of baseball season that Chief Wahoo, the Cleveland Indians Mascot, is offensive to Native Americans. Now there are times that I get tired of seeing Chief Wahoo everywhere, but I don't equate him with the Native Americans that I know. I also don't get offended at high schools with the nickname of "Indian" or some variation of it. As a Caucasian, I do not take offense at such terms as "cracker" or "white trash." Matter of fact, I have referred to myself as white trash on occasion, though I am neither white nor trash. I do get offended when I hear the "n" word. I have heard too much hate expressed when I have heard that word. I ge