Checking out the news, this is a really big deal to many people. The new Ben Stiller movie coming out is called “Tropic Thunder”, and apparently, they throw around the word “Retard”. Ben Stiller’s character in the movie is an action-type actor who played a movie role of a mentally disabled individual named “Simple Jack”.

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I’ve not seen the movie. It’s probably stupid, just like every other Ben Stiller movie (”If you can dodge a WRENCH, you can dodge a BALL!”)

What I have seen, are stories like this:

A summer comedy is sparking protests from a Nashua family and groups that advocate for the mentally disabled.

The Ostrowski family is joining the protest over the movie “Tropic Thunder,” saying that the movie uses stereotypes to make fun of people with mental disabilities. Their son, 3-year-old Zachary Ostrowski, has Down syndrome.

I have all the compassion in the world for parents who have a child that has Down syndrome. That’s rough stuff. Their life expectancy is generally very short, there are a lot of medical complications, bills, insensitive people and many issues personally that they have to deal with.

With that out of the way, these parents are at best misguided, and at worst, assholes.

Kristy and John Ostrowski said the movie uses a derogatory term to describe people with mental disabilities.

I’m fairly certain this new curse-word is “retard”. As in, “You’re a retard,” or “don’t be retarded,” or, “I’d hit that like a retard on a drumset.” What I’d like to do now is challenge the perception that we need words that can’t be used because they’re hurtful as it always constitutes some form of double-standard.

First, let’s have a look at the misguided-or-asshole parents:

“It’s absolutely heartbreaking to see society, to see Hollywood — who has such an impact on our society — to feel that this is OK,” Kristy Ostrowski said.

“I don’t think it’s a fine line,” John Ostrowski said. “I think it’s a big line between comedy. It’s hatred. It’s abuse.”

Hollywood. BASTION of good taste! You people put too much faith in your celebrity masters, first of all. They’d be the first ones to take your son, stick him in a clown suit, and make him crap on people’s shoes on a red carpet event if they knew it’d make Hollywood a buck. Please, let’s not ask Hollywood to be our moral compass, okay? You can do that by being a good example yourself.

I’m sure it hardly qualifies as hatred or abuse. Hatred and abuse is taunting, teasing, and shoving someone down on a playground.

The couple said their son has gone through a dozen operations and not only has fought for his life, but will have to fight for acceptance.

Again, it’s a very difficult situation for the parents and I certainly have sympathy because of that. What I DON’T have any sympathy for are assholes who tell me what I can and can’t watch because they may be offended. Hate to sound harsh here, but mind your own fucking business and don’t tell me what I am or am not allowed to think no matter how horrible my sensibilities may seem to you. Same goes for guns. Same goes for what I eat. PETA would rather see me dead than eating a burger. The Brady’s would rather see me dead than defending myself with a firearm. What it comes down to is that all of these things are MY CHOICE, and you will not make my choices for me.

“Looking at my son every day and how well he’s done and how far he’s come, it’s sad to see they’re going to make a mockery of him, make a joke of him,” Kristy Ostrowski said.

Is your son in the movie, you asshole? No? Stop your incessant, non-sensical bitching then. I appreciate the fact that you’re dealing with a difficult personal circumstance … but I think you need to know that whatever sympathy I have for you is completely and totally erased when you pull bullshit like this:

Kristy Ostrowski said she won’t go see the movie, but her husband said he might stand outside a theater on opening night with his son, making people look him in they eyes as they walk inside.

That’s abuse, you dickhead. Your son is a little boy and you’re going to cart him out to a movie theater to use him - USING your own son - to do nothing but try and guilt people into not seeing a movie, or making them feel bad about something they have the freedom and choice to do.

Want to do something productive? Take your child to a classroom somewhere. Explain differences. Show kids - who are very impressionable - that some people can be different and lead different lives than they do. Do it in an environment where your son can’t be teased. Instead of making a fool of yourself AND of your son by using a child with Down syndrome to make your point regardless of what he’s able to think and feel.

You’re a cretin. A Grade A slimeball who is ironically a lot like Hollywood - willing to sell out your own son to complete strangers in order to elicit an emotional response.

Which brings us to the word “retard”. Nobody can say “retard”. Unless you’re another retard, I guess, then it’ll be okay. Just like I can’t do this:

Taboo words create an instant double-standard. As soon as we start with speech-police like this shit-for-brains nanny who wants to make me feel bad for seeing a movie and wants to censor Hollywood and everyone - acting like some sadly deranged ring-master putting his son on display like a circus-freak in a glass box for the world to feel shame, we get into a whole lot of hot water. This self-absorbed, narcissistic twit using his offspring as emotional leverage is so pissed off that I have the freedom to laugh at a “retard joke” in a movie and he isn’t, that he’ll do everything in his power to bend the entire world to his will - to suffer just like he is because if he finds it disgusting, everyone must be MADE to find it disgusting as well.

Sounds awful familiar, doesn’t it?

I have some advice for you, Mr. Ostrowski. How about - instead of spending that night projecting your own feelings of shame and horror onto complete strangers by holding your son up like a prop and screaming, “You don’t know what it’s like!!!” - stay home, play with him, give him a bath, and let him fall asleep on you. Sons need Dads. Not complete assholes.