Sitting on the Offence

After an overwhelming flood of… er… two complaints, the Offence-Finders General at media busybody organisation, OffToss… Offcom have charged Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson of the offence of opening his mouth in the vicinity of the terminally-offended, yet again.

As one media expert said:

Yet again, we have to endure these howls of sanctimonious holier-than-thou politically-correct piety in faux outrage at increasingly innocuous utterances. All just to prove that the complainants are the most ‘sensitive’ people out there, ready to rush to the barricades of manufactured outrage as soon as they detect the slightest comment or action that can be twisted into a demonstration of unsanctioned free utterance.

A campaigner against the hideously blatant attempt at thought-control that is Political Correctness added, somewhat forlornly:

Those of us who thought – somewhat naively it now seems – that the slight change to the seating arrangements in a building in Westminster would – perhaps by magic or something – start to bring about an end to this sanctimonious self-serving cock-waffle that is this constantly ‘being offended’ by seemingly everything in existence and every word someone else says, were seemingly far too optimistic.

Being offended is a personal thing, it should be of only moderate interest or concern to anyone else, and claiming to be offended on someone else’s behalf is just – quite simply – a lie because you cannot know whether they are ‘offended’ or not, and – not only that – you cannot know the mind of the person who made the utterance either.

Rather than facing up to what you take offence at, arguing against it, taking issue with it or – best of all – ripping the piss out of it., you prefer to put your hands not only over your own oh-so-sensitive ears, but have the outrageous audacity to want to put those same hands over the ears of everyone else, whether they want you to or not.

All the time of course, never really acknowledging that Clarkson is a master of this kind of deliberate wind-up, watching in glee as you rush towards your highest horse with your step ladder, only to roll about in laughter as fall off that high horse almost as soon as you’ve mounted it.

Yes, you’ve been had – now, go get offended about that you smug git.