So touchy Old America was, lots of off limits words, lots of off limits humor. Feelings were being hurt at a record pace, a flood of tears, always tears. Anger, sadness, guilt, everything was tears. Except laughter, only snide jeers were allowed. Profiling lost its edge, the kind everyone knows is hilariously true, silently acknowledged by most.
Most know where to get good donuts, for example. Most are leery of a certain demographic of driver. Most aren't afraid to talk to Russians. Most aren't huffing the gas anymore. Let's bag on each other, but keep it funny.
The self-righteous wail either way, easily offended and quick to offend. Irony undetected, hypocrisy lost. Covered in shame, without pride. Loony, in a way, good for a chuckle. A sad chuckle.