In today’s chapter of “As the Liberal World Turns,” it seems some folks attempted to elevate Renee Good to saintly status—a feat proving more difficult than anticipated. For those in need of a recap, here’s the situation: Good, a self-described activist, reportedly aimed her vehicle at an ICE agent with intentions that could hardly be described as friendly. When things took a grim turn, cue the media outrage machine; suddenly, Good was to become the fallen hero of the day. Yet the attempt at crafting a new martyr fell a little flat because, shockingly, it appears that liberals genuinely struggled to rally much enthusiasm for this latest candidate.

Let’s be real here. Good’s story doesn’t tick the usual boxes for the standard progressive champion, especially since she doesn’t dive into the intersectional politics pool quite as efficiently. You see, the left seems momentarily stumped, scratching their heads in a haze of “should we or shouldn’t we all be marching for her?” skepticism. This isn’t the classic narrative of systemic oppression they’re used to boarding, and so the marching around, signs in the air, has a bit of a “We’re not really sure why we’re here” vibe.

This confusion becomes even clearer when folks at the protest start admitting out loud that supporting Good feels offbeat. Some express their uncertainty, saying it feels awkward and misplaced to be picketing for someone whose story doesn’t align with what they’ve always been told is the “correct” activism. There’s a collective pondering over the concept of privilege, and whether or not it’s appropriate to apply that lens here. Note to self: ensure the activism manual has an appendix on navigating these realities.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the fence, there’s good old pragmatism. Frankly, no one’s willing to step into traffic, metaphorically or literally, for this round of displays. A voice echoes through the chaos, emphasizing the importance of personal responsibility and prioritizing family, safety, and a little thing called accountability over jumping headfirst into a fray that’s geared more towards show than meaningful outcome. It’s a sentiment that many Americans can wrap their heads around.

Finally, the conversation shifts back to the familiar territory of privilege and victimhood—usual suspects atop the talking point charts. There’s a tug-of-war between ideologies, with black and brown supporters feeling pigeonholed into following a narrative that seemingly flexes every cycle through the white activist pruning phase. The question remains—how many more problematic anthems and uncomfortable parades must fold before clarity beams down on this bewildered state of affairs? As the stories spin, it seems no one’s quite sure, but one thing is apparent: the liberal scriptwriters face yet another rewrite.