All the righteous gathered to bathe in their righteousness, completely without understanding or shame. The cameras were rolling, they were masked. Sure their glass houses will hold, even as they crack into millions of pieces. Sweep the chards off the floor. We see you as you are, not as you wish to be seen.
There was crying and moaning. Crocodile tears mostly. Made up, the Boo Boo of the Nanny Nanny. Crud. Pure crud, pure and simple. Plain, without flavor, without seasoning, with bitterness and manufactured rage.
Arguing seems useless, even if won. The righteous already surrendered the intellectual high ground, they don't need it, they are righteous. Dimmers, Muzzlers, Censors. These are the hateful, washed, and dumb among us, the downers. A waste of your infinite mind, a waste of your finite time.