In a world where violence is sometimes treated as an Olympic sport, it seems that our pro-life friends have found themselves inside a real-life episode of “Survivor: The Streets of Harlem.” Recently, a brave activist decided to conduct interviews about Planned Parenthood, perhaps expecting a friendly chat, maybe some heartfelt discussions on life and choices. What she didn’t anticipate was a surprise appearance from a not-so-friendly face who apparently missed the memo about civility being a thing.

Now, picture this: Savannah Craraven Nao is just out there, microphone in hand, wearing her “Pro-Life Superfan” cape like a true hero of righteousness. Instead of healthy dialogue, what did she get? A fistful of trouble, courtesy of one Briana J. Rivers, who apparently thought discussing the sanctity of life was just a prelude to a good ol’ sock to the jaw. It kind of escalated from “Let’s talk about babies” to “Let’s see if I can break your face” in the blink of an eye. One could argue that this is not exactly how civilized debates are supposed to go.

After the incident, this virtual high-five to the face resulted in charges against Rivers—originally a felony, but that got downgraded to a more pedestrian misdemeanor, like going from a roaring lion to a fluffy kitten. With the case tossed out on speedy trial grounds, it’s hard to shake the feeling that this was less about justice and more about dodging accountability, like that inflatable punching bag at a fair that never seems to stay down.

And what does Rivers do next? She rolls out a diss track—because, clearly, there’s no better way to handle your legal troubles than to put out a catchy tune about it. In a world where even the criminals have their own Spotify playlists, one has to wonder if “Chillin’ with Felonies” is going to be the next big genre. Isn’t it fascinating how someone can go from being an alleged assailant to a self-proclaimed rap artist? Folks, this is what happens when accountability takes a vacation.

Now, let’s step back for a minute. Isn’t it just peachy that in a culture where everyone from influencers to politicians seems to have a YouTube channel, we’re left with the shining example of Briana J. Rivers? She coined the term “black culture” to justify her antics, which is like saying “I can dance like a squirrel, it’s just how we do it.” It’s a shame that cultural identity and responsibility seem to be drifting further apart than ever—two ships passing in the night, leaving a wave of confusion behind them.

So here we are, navigating these choppy waters filled with left hooks and diss tracks, all while trying to defend beliefs in a world where those with differing opinions might just decide that debate means throwing punches. If there’s anything we should take away from this saga, it’s that discourse has taken a back seat to drama—if anyone has a wrestling ring available, they might want to consider hosting debates there instead. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be the next big thing in political engagement, though let’s be real, it sure beats the heck out of the current “let’s throw shade instead of facts” routine. In any case, let’s just keep the punches out of politics and the focus on discourse—unless you’re selling tickets, that is.