Modern civilization is more fragile than most people think. A wide variety of complex interactions and assumptions and interdependencies that no one fully understands. The foundations are strong, baked over centuries, but everything built on top of them looks more and more like a monstrous, top-heavy Rube Goldberg machine, reaching to the clouds, swaying in the breeze.
This is why, when someone picks up the box, the one with red FRAGILE stickers plastered all over it, and starts to shake it, toss it, and punt it across the yard, you don’t cheer. You don’t egg them on. You don’t make excuses for them. You don’t even offer them a polite golf clap.
The only sensible thing to do is to look on in horror. Condemn when appropriate and plead for them to stop.
And then get down on your knees and pray for the foolishness and evil to end.