Sometimes compromise amounts only to docility and complicity.
In such times ironically the lifeblood of honor flows focused, indeed transcendently, by the channeled, banal apathy of those blithe blinks content to bury their borrowed talents for fear of a just loss thereof:
casting the hypocritically castigated into alternative fortunes yet neglected by the timid collectives whose prime directive is an appeal to popularity among the vapid veal they reel and deal.
Thus rushed onto the edge of survival, and into the periphery of those strategically placated, the “deplatformed” forces thrive among the scattered, decentralized majority, whose disenfranchisement amid the mire is, unlike the leashed and letted, unhidden.
And that edge is, to their hunanity, as differentiating as that %3 which separates the most inferior negro from the most superior chimp.