The phrase “Chintzy Thought-Smugglers” came into my mind one night, and I kept repeating it over and over again. Chintzy Thought-Smugglers. Chintzy Thought-Smugglers. Chintzy Thought-Smugglers. The repetition of my strange words and phrases loosened the grip of the conscious mind, and before long a deep and symboling meaning revealed itself. It was the same with this one.
The Chintzy Thought-Smugglers were the enforcers of political correctness, whose chintzy attempts at mind control made them seem very much like smugglers indeed, always trying to smuggle their own thoughts in place of other people’s thoughts. It was as if they had dressed all in black, with a matching ski mask, and sneaked into our minds in the same way that drug smugglers, for instance, smuggle drugs across the border of one country and into another.
Their tactics are so smooth, their entry so masterfully carried out, that we are often unaware of their presence. Yet many of us speak words that aren’t truly ours, think thoughts that aren’t truly ours, even live lives that aren’t truly ours — a devastating web of planned artifice that is noticeable only to those care enough to notice. I care. I notice.
I chased the Chintzy Thought-Smugglers out of my mind a long time ago, and now I have vicious Dobermans guarding all points of entry — fully prepared to rip to pieces anyone who dares to enter my mind uninvited.