Perhaps I could be regarded as a satirical commentator, or maybe a philosopher—however the latter would more than likely trigger some iriate or nervous grumbles and groans from the easily-offended crowd.
I am a writer. I am me. There...
I Am Here to Offend You...
If I were to call you a “twat,” what would you do—what would you say? I bet you would get upset. Now, getting upset is just fine. Not to say I would care, but getting upset is far better than the alternative—getting “offended.” What is the point of that anyway? I personally don’t get it... but in actuality, yes, I do get it; allow me to elaborate.