The public want their polite fictions and bread from their saints!
What a desire to see what could be considered a polite fix, and I'd grandiosity of our livelihoods. That I see somebody rocking my boat?
It ain't called consistency for its own sake, or politeness in of itself, if it ain't my fundamental mission of promising a sacred space of relieve.
What do they say when they need catharsis when it comes knocking, making trivialities.