In a world that’s become a live-action circus, where the ringmasters are radicals of every stripe and color, the center struggles to maintain any semblance of normalcy. It’s as if the centrists are the confused zookeepers who suddenly find themselves outnumbered by the chaos of their own creation. But within this whirlwind, one must appreciate the necessity of both sides lobbing their piecemeal philosophies across the political aisle. After all, even the most well-balanced tightrope walker needs a little good-natured heckling.
Take, for instance, the recent melodrama involving the adulterers caught on camera. The left has thrown itself into a tizzy, rallying against the shame and ridicule that naturally follows such scandalous escapades. They question the necessity of public exposure and punishment. Yet, these same folks would likely host a public critique of Shakespeare if given the chance, pondering whether the Bard had sufficient diversity in his casting choices. Adultery, last anyone checked, is not exactly the hallmark of a stable, thriving society—it’s more akin to playing Jenga in an earthquake zone.
One can appreciate the myriad of interpretations surrounding human relationships, as complex as trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube blindfolded. Art often reflects these tangled realities, where betrayal becomes a subplot, much like a poorly-written soap opera. However, normalizing adultery and erasing the shame once associated with deceit doesn’t elevate society; it merely spruces up the gallows with a fresh coat of paint. Adultery, as gravel-throated rockstars might croon, is just a heartbreak away, and mustn’t be touted as an aspirational lifestyle.
Meanwhile, radicals on both the extreme left and right dance around in their own echo chambers, shouting for attention like peacocks in mating season. On one side, there are those eager to enlighten everyone about supposed conspiracy theories involving ethnic groups, while on the other, radical leftists unfurl their banners proclaiming the evils of everything under the sun, including the sun itself. Strangely, it’s not the presence of these radicals that’s shocking but rather the zeal with which they attempt to impose their singular viewpoints on everyone else.
When centrists start neatly packaging these extreme ideologies and presenting them as viable options to the broader public, that’s when things truly go awry. Society doesn’t benefit from choosing one brand of zaniness over another; it thrives when the incongruities of extremism are acknowledged and duly mocked, not mainstreamed. It would behoove the all-too-patient folks in the middle to resist the temptation to indulge in the outlandishness of the radicals. Instead, let’s keep the spectacle contained to the circus and not turn everyday life into one exhausting three-ring show.
