I’ve been doing something just about all of my life which might be considered politically incorrect – profiling.

I never thought much about it before 9/11, but upon reflection when I am at a cocktail party and a woman walks into the room and has an outstanding figure the first thing that comes to mind is that country and western song, ” If I told you, you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?”

I suppose one might call this lecherous, but when God gives you something to admire call it what you will and I will be the admirer.

I’ll bet my profiling addiction went all the way back to my childhood.  I think that’s the way I picked my friends.

I never hung around kids that were constantly in trouble.  Perhaps that was my parents influence.

Parents, of which I am one, are known to deliver certain prejudices to their off-spring and profiling is probably one of them.

My profiling became much more sophisticated as I got older.  If I found someone to be a bore, I avoided them.

Now if they were female with a voluptuous body, I turned down my hearing aid.

It wasn’t until color came into pictures that profiling became more complex, before that everything was black or white.

Now we have shades of everything today, to the point we can’t tell friend from foe.

Oh, there are some give-aways, like beards, skin-heads, tattoo’s, rings in the nose, tongue, ears, belly button and some unmentionable places.

I became astutely aware of my profiling addiction during my freshman year in college when my English professor required all of his students to make five observations of people a day, record them on three by five cards, and be prepared, at a moments notice, to report on their observations.

I loved this part of the class and it sure did help me later on when I became a cynical reporter.

I don’t know about you, but when I create a profile of someone they are put into buckets.

I have buckets for voluptuous women, bores, shady characters, ugly and obnoxious people, left wingers, right wingers, conservatives, golfers that can’t count, newly formed tea party activists, people that wear sheets, beards veils, burka’s, Muslims and of course terrorists.

I firmly believe if the person is wearing a veil, a burka, beard, sheet, the name spells like alphabet soup and you can’t pronounce it, it’s a terrorist first and a Muslim second.

I don’t know if they have a rehab place for profiling addiction, but I never thought of going to one.