There was a time, in my youth, when “etiquette” was a thing. I haven’t heard or read the word in, seems like, years. Also the term, “polite company.” When I was a midshipman, we were even issued a manual on Naval Etiquette. We were even required to memorize advice from John Paul Jones on “Qualifications of the Naval Officer” which read in part: “It is by no means enough that an officer of the Navy should be a capable mariner. He must be that, of course, but also a great deal more. He should be as well a gentleman of liberal education, refined manners, punctilious courtesy, and the nicest sense of personal honor.” Emily Post is probably now spinning in her grave.
I thought this post was indicative of how things have changed.

One of the best ways to lose your faith in humanity is to check social media after a notable public figure has announced a health struggle. Sure, you’re free to say just about anything (as long as it’s legal and follows the terms of service wherever it’s posted), but should you, really? You can’t find some compassion in your heart for a fellow human?
Oh, and then you get upset when someone (or a lot of someones) takes you to task for it? Ah, see, you’ve forgotten that freedom of speech (which, like all the amendments, isn’t absolute) doesn’t come with freedom from consequences, which may be just a little upbraiding if you’re lucky (loss of job, money, relationships, etc., if you’re not so lucky).

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