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A small thought on freedom of speech

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It's ironic, but not unfathomable that someone exercising their right to Freedom of Speech makes a negative remark about the very group of people who are, in theory, defending that right to speak freely. You can be upset about it and call it a dick move, or you can just thank whatever entity or living being you want that WE ALL have the same right to say stupid shit and make people facepalm all over the country. I can't say I either like nor dislike Michael Moore. I have seen some of his work, so I'm familiar with his ideas, and I did read the Twitter in it's entirety, his grandfather was killed by a sniper in WWII. That doesn't do anything more to/for his "offending" comment than to put it in perspective. His grandfather also died for his grandson's right to speak freely in our country. He also probably, like me, had other family members who served and maybe died protecting our country and our right to say stupid shit. Freedom of Speech should pretty much be just that. Without restriction. Sure, some things said in the wrong place for the wrong reasons can land you in hot water and on a watch list somewhere, but those are more threats than free expression.
Remember being "offended" is a thought choice. Not something that is inflicted upon you against your will. 
People say dumb, insensitive, inaccurate shit all the time. They aren't going to stop any time soon and we shouldn't want to stop them.

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