There’s a movement that’s been sweeping the globe for some years now.
Actually, it’s done more than sweeping. It’s been sucking up common sense like an industrial vacuum cleaner.
It’s the woke movement.
It tells you what to do, but it does it in such a way that if you don’t comply, you’re made to feel like you’re the bastard child of Hitler and Madalyn Murray O’Hair.
This thing is monstrous.
There’s the Black Lives Matter movement, whose manifesto reads like something out of a 13-year-old Pol Pot diary, yet who manages to convince the world that their sole drive is the protection of black people.
There’s Unilever, who touches your life from the moment you wake up until you clean up the kitchen. (You’ll find the expose of their hypocritical practices interesting, to say the least.)
There are plenty more movements and companies who have jumped aboard and are advancing the woke cause.
There’s also a whole industry that sprang from the need to educate people about their privilege and to make them feel bad about being a specific type of skin colour, or for using language the wrong way.
But few are willing to remove the mask from this entity.
Because behind the façade sits a playground bully who mocks the rules and those who make them.
Those brave enough to dare try and rip off the mask, face ostracism.
You don’t agree? You’re out. The tribe has spoken.
Take Voddie Baucham, for instance.
He’s a black preacher from the US (born Californian, became a Texan), who wrote a book called Fault Lines, which explores the trouble the Christian church faces at the hands of the fascist woke culture.
The woke crowd couldn’t understand that a black man could be so white, and the pressure he received for standing against woke culture made it far easier for him to jump his continent when an opportunity from Zambia knocked at his door.
But the book I want to turn your attention to was written by another American.
This guy has more brains than a super computer and Magnus Carlsen combined, and has played in all the playpens the poor kids can only walk past and drool at.
Despite that, it seems the dog’s kept a level head.
He started a company called Roivant, from which he stepped down because he wasn’t considered woke enough.
His name is Vivek Ramaswamy, and he wrote a book called, Woke, Inc.: Inside Corporate America’s Social Justice Scam.
If you have friends who make it their goal to take up the cause of others because Nike says so, buy them this book for Christmas.
It probably won’t open their eyes because at the centre of woke culture sits a fat, juicy tick with only index fingers (splinted to point away from himself), who won’t ever admit that he’s the problem.
Whiteness and the patriarchy are obviously the problem.
Diversity consultants agree.
Get the book.