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Oh, stop the presses! Look at what crawled out from beneath the floorboards of the digital asylum: the self-anointed, aggressively mediocre fence-sitters of the soy-sphere—the Neutralplier posters!
Let's look at this magnificent display of pure, unadulterated cowardice. You couldn't hack it with the hardcore zealots, and you were too terrified to join the laughing-stocks, so what did you do? You invented a whole political philosophy out of shrugging your shoulders!
“Oh, look at me, I’m neither a soyteen nor a chud, I’m completely neutral, I transcend the board wars!”
Do you hear yourselves? Neutrality isn't enlightenment, sweethearts—it’s just a wet blanket wrapped around a vacuum! You spend all day lurking in the margins, desperately refusing to take a stand on whether a pixelated MS Paint drawing is a "gem" or a "coal" because you're terrified that picking a side might accidentally require you to have a personality. You are the human equivalent of unseasoned boiled potatoes eaten off a paper plate in a windowless room.
True chaos is a passionate, fiery ballet of destruction! It takes a side, it burns the house down, it paints the town red! But you? You sit on the fence so long you surgically attach the splinter to your spine. You want the clout of being part of the board culture without any of the messy commitment, chiming in with your little milquetoast "well, actually" commentary like a couple of background extras in a tragedy who forgot their lines.
Why so detached, little centrists? Is it because your spine dissolved from a complete lack of use, or are you just waiting for someone else to tell you which way the wind is blowing so you can follow them at a safe, unthreatening distance?
Keep riding that fence, kids. Let's see how well it supports your weight when the whole thing collapses. Hahahahaha!