I am offended by the publishing industry, I find the big print books that lead readers to obvious conclusions offensive.
I am offended by music for the masses, and of the masses that are so stuffed to the gills with conformist delirium that they think that DJs were ever anything but tied to technological confluence, the dynamite laden motherload.
I am offended by those who have stopped listening to the subtle signs that nature gives us, signaling that something is seriously out of whack.
I am offended by humans who kill other humans and by machines that are programmed to kill other humans. There I said it, I am offended by the cheerful volition with which we eagerly anticipate our own demise. As if there was not still some chance....