Two Years of Freedom To Offend and Still Offending the Right Bastards

Freedom to Offend Turns Two

Two years.

Two years of offending the correct people, surviving the wrong ones, and gathering a rag-tag congregation of readers who still believe wit, truth, and freedom belong in the same bloody sentence.

Let’s begin with a toast — though not the kind served with cucumber sandwiches.

To my paid subscribers, that noble aristocracy of rebellion: you don’t buy comfort; you buy conscience. You’re the patrons of mischief, the investors in heresy, the small-donor class of dissent.

To my unpaid readers — those stoic pilgrims of “I don’t have to pay if I open it the day it’s published” land — I salute you, too. You are the balcony cheap-seaters in the colosseum of ideas, jeering and cheering in equal measure.

Cheap bastards, yes — but with style. And it’s six dollars a month, for heaven’s sake. Freedom should cost at least that much.

I launched Freedom to Offend in the smouldering aftermath of October 7, 2023 — a day when civilisation split cleanly in two. Twitter had cancelled me for irony, TikT…