THE outcry over Danny Baker’s Twitter blunder says more about the offended than the offender.

Daft, ill-advised and unnecessary as the swipe was, Baker’s post following the birth of Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor had no racial undertone – I’d bet my bottom dollar on that.

Why? Whether you love him or loathe Baker – and the majority seem to be in one camp or the other – he has been around the broadcasting block.

If he is the frothing racist some seem to be depicting him as the message would surely have been more subtle. He’s a clever chap and not realising his faux pas does not change that.

His unapologetic response, along the lines of ‘hang on a minute, it ain’t like that’, said it all but the baying mob had already got the bandwagon rolling.

Pockets and cliques of self-appointed psychologists began picking apart what he MUST have meant, what it says about the processes in the depths of a 61-year-old man’s mind.

Because every tweet reflects our deepest, most staunchly held views, right?

As it gained traction there was so much bouncing around the echo chamber that no one could have heard the defence being screamed from outside the room reserved for the self-righteous.

As the 280-character assassinations rained in, the sycophants dived in with hell yeahs and high fives. They weren’t all outraged and some of those who were had simply been waiting for the next morsel to land on the beast’s plate.

It is easy to see how people questioned Baker’s motivation and quite legitimate they did so but what does it say about us when we automatically torch his explanation and stamp on the ashes for good measure?

There is so much talk about tolerance, acceptance and, probably most importantly, equality.

All very noble but the privilege of white middle-class men during less-enlightened generations seems to be contaminating the discourse, and not just in this case.

Had Baker not conveniently dropped into a certain demographic, would the backlash have been anywhere near as big? Highly unlikely.

Bias against a bloke in a privileged position from the paragons of virtue make a mockery of those who have fought genuine persecution for years.

“I have no sympathy for him because he is a millionaire,” comes the opinion from my left in our newsroom as I write this. Another unsavoury element to this toxic mix.

This great country was built on the premise of innocent until proven guilty and part of me wishes the police investigation had gone further, if only to show this witch hunt for what it really is.