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It's practically an Olympic sport these days. Back in the old days, people who "took offense" to things were either Margaret Dumont or the target of more offense as a result, or both. Actually, I think it was feminists who started the sport of taking unintended offense, because, being girls, nobody knocked them down for it. When it became established as the trendy thing to do, girly-men like Phil Donahue started taking such offense, and the next great advance was taking offense where none is intended on behalf of other people. This is where White liberals shine. Some upper-class White twit from a gated community can take offense and call you a racist when you point out that Obama is full of baloney or that Whoopi Goldberg is an idiot. A friend of mine on the net once made an observation that it was odd that Henry Kissinger supported right-wing parties in post-war Germany, because the German right still harbored some anti-Semitic elements and Kissinger, of course, is Jewish. My friend was immediately accused of being anti-Semitic himself for making the observation. Figure out the logic of that, if you will.
Well, there was a lot of expert offense-taking in 2013, what with the election and all. The latest, which I just came across today, is people taking offense on behalf of Hillary Clinton, when her manifold sudden ailments, resulting in her non-testimony about Benghazi, are doubted. Now, you see, doubting the honesty of a politician is an act of offense. Elsewhere on the net, some bozo is taking offense on Piers Morgan's behalf, indignant that people are saying he ought to be deported. It's offensive, you see, to point out that he's a jerk whom we don't need here.
But to save the rest of us the trouble, Jim Goad has compiled a list of the greatest feats of offense-taking of the year. He starts out:
Still, our modern thought police—those prigs and fussbudgets and censors and tattletales and hall monitors and snitches and meddlers and natural-born teacher’s pets—insist that “political correctness” was a brief blip on America’s cultural radar that evaporated sometime in the mid-1990s.
As with everything else, they are wrong.
Whereas PC was still somewhat a fringe phenom in the 1990s, it has become the very fabric of our dying civilization. It is now so pervasive and dominant that it only seems invisible. It has metastasized into the popular narrative and continues expanding with no end in sight.
Never has so much bitterness and hostility been expended in the service of kindness and compassion. Oh, how I loathe the desiccated, humorless souls of the neo-tolerant, those whose endless capacity for getting offended has itself become offensive, who are morally outraged at the mere suggestion that they are absurdly prone to gross public displays of moral outrage. Hear them spout off about their dimly conceived and shabbily articulated notions of human rights, ones that conveniently always seem to trample on the rights of other humans.
One need not try to offend them. Even if you don’t try, they’ll get offended. Even if you make a conscious effort NOT to offend them, they’ll get offended. The very air they breathe offends them. They are offended by everything except their own existence. Look at them whining and whimpering and wailing, curled in a ball at the bottom of the shower, picking at their scabs and pretending to nurse self-inflicted wounds that they never intended to heal.
It almost makes the idea of committing hate crimes against them seem pleasurable, but not for any of the reasons they’d think—not their skin or gender or what they do with their genitals. No, it’s their personalities. It has always been their personalities and their personalities alone. In case I still need to spell it out for you, here’s the problem: T-H-E-I-R P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L-I-T-I-E-S.
(Read the rest, with the big list, HERE.)