What was once called “woke” has splintered into an anarchic patchwork of terms that don’t make sense unless you’ve swallowed the Kool-Aid and been dumped into a pit of postmodern nonsense. “Critical social justice,” “identity politics,” “gender studies,” “fourth-wave feminism”—the list grows like a mutant vine, changing shape faster than a bad acid trip. Every new label that’s thrown into the mix isn’t here to clarify; it’s here to disarm you, to scramble your mind, to keep the truth from ever getting a foothold. It’s all smoke and mirrors, folks. Nothing is what it seems, and the words we use to talk about the world only serve to keep us in the dark.
