Outrage is the new craze. That word is tossed about so frequently you may mistake the word for a friendly greeting. One’s left to ponder the blustery benefits of offenses to one’s sensibilities. Is it that once affront lights on the moral hegemony, the need to promulgate aids in reducing bad cholesterol? Is there some unknown health benefit to all the finger-pointing and looking-down-nosing that is ubiquitous in all facets of contemporary culture? Does outrage burn calories aiding in weight loss? Does negativity fuel goodwill toward men?
In a game that punishes both action and inaction, right or more right, judged, and unjudged, it’s hard to advance the token. Who would even want to roll the dice? Engendered apathy through Pavlovian tricks bargains for paralysis of the troubadour’s apparatus. So only the malcontent hears the echoes of his outrage in this chamber.
What is the benefit of the rage, righteous or unrighteous, to the enraged? Does it burn calories, does it change worlds, does bring unity? Does it encourage discourse? Does it allow progress?