Once Woke became the object of humor, parody, ridicule, and satire, it was done for. From el gato mal at boriquagato.substack.com:
laughter really is the best medicine
as certain internet felines have long been fond of opining: humor is kryptonite for woke.
the very stilted, self-absorbed, humorless scold nature of the movement makes it hopelessly unfunny, egregiously over-serious about even the tiniest topics, and rabidly, explosively touchy about everything.
it has to be.
this is the only way it can survive.
woke cannot allow rational debate because it is an irrational philosophy that’s so clearly self refuting at core. it uses myopic obsessions with racial and gender differences to establish webs of aggrievement, obligation, preferencing and guilt.
it colonizes in the name of anti-colonization taking a civilization from one people and arbitrarily granting it to other in the name of undoing just such takings.
it entails historical and racial and blood guilt to those who never did anything as collective punishment for the supposed sins of others.
it makes everything about race to “fix racism” and everything about gender to “fix misogyny” and trans just twists the whole thing into some sort of intersectional klein bottle where suddenly men are piling guilt on women for the heinous crime of
“ever expecting to win a women’s sporting event again.”
Time for an encore of the great mockumentary cautionary tale Idiocracy.
It features a formerly great republic (almost) destroyed by terminal peak stupidity.
Only a simple man pure of heart can save the day.
The resemblance to now is uncanny except that preezy of the steezy Dwayne Alizondo Herbert Mountain Dew Camacho loves him some America and wants to keep it going and improve it for future generations.
I love a happy ending.