And thus, by reason, it's up to the federal courts to protect me. If someone offends me, I say something. He tells me to get lost, I write him off as a bonehead, and life goes on. Or maybe we tussle it out a bit, one of us gets arrested for assault, and over time our bruises heal. Uncle Sam never had to lift a finger to protect me from the mean old man's nasty words.
Life is hard.
Get over it. It builds character. It helps you solidify your position, clarifies where you stand. When someone offends you, you develop a resolute certainty about what you do or do not think and feel about an issue. By removing any semblance of anything offensive in our lives, we edge frighteningly close to a sterile, unimaginative, excessively safe environment devoid of humor, wit, debate, innovation or clarity.