As in so many other ways, I'm an extremist believer in free speech. I believe that Abu Hookhand should have the freedom to call down a plague on our houses as much as I should have the freedom of speech to call him a cunt, or Prince Harry to call his friend a Paki.
Really, the professionally aggrieved make things worse by suppressing them. This whole thing about specific words causing offence is a crock of shit. It was always the intent behind the words that makes a word good or bad. Most of the people who are professionally aggrieved seem to specialise in milking this whole divide and conquer thing anyway.
When I'm with my friends, we compete to find the most outrageous and offensive things to call each other. We impugn each other's sexuality, parentage and character in ways that would probably make Harriet Harman explode.
The only moan we have is that it's getting more and more difficult to come up with a new angle.
(One of the most amusing things was when one of us called one of the ladies "a dullard." Not "a chav dullard", or "a rug-munching dullard", or even "a Scottish dullard." Just "a dullard", which not even the most po-faced and pious member of the Righteous could ever moan about. She was outraged and offended to an extreme I've never seen before, a level which even the most skilled diversity outreach worker would struggle to achieve, because it was genuinely personally insulting to her.
And of course, she is now universally known as "The Dullard." Although not while she's in the kitchen, as she has a rather impressive collection of serious cutlery.)