In a country where Donald Trump is president, where everyone’s at each other’s throats 24/7, and political discourse is more toxic than it’s ever been, we’re suddenly supposed to play nice the day a celebrity dies? Now we all have to pretend to be morality hall monitors and act like Hulk Hogan was everyone’s uncle?
No. That’s not real life. That’s performative garbage.
If someone had a bad experience with a person, public figure or not, they don’t owe silence just because the obituary dropped. You all scream about free speech until someone uses it on someone you liked. Then it's, “oh no, think of the family.” Please. Half of you will forget the dude existed by tomorrow. You’re not grieving. You’re trying to score internet points to look like you care.
Nobody's obligated to give a damn about the feelings of friends or family who aren’t even going to see the post unless they’re terminally online during a death in the family. The sanctimony is pathetic. People celebrate the death of their abusers, their stalkers, their tormentors. And they should. You don’t get to moderate someone else’s catharsis just because it makes you uncomfortable.
Moral compass? If the only time you pretend to care about decency is when someone dies, you were never decent to begin with.