The tackiness of Little Men (PCR) or we are in primary season??? Well excuse me for giving a shite.

speaks of the "woke". I imagine the woke to be those beings previously unaware of their history to be the bane of PCR's vapors of those angry against the dishonest projections of his truth, but those like him who are also "woke" to the misdeeds of Father Christmas' secrets and vulnerabilities he has hoarded and kept unto himself. And the PCR bearer of truth, like the falsity of Xmas itself, fails to have any recognition, reconciliation, recompense or rectification for his previous imperial executions. (Thanks to Caitlin for alliteration.) The mysterious gifts to the ruling elites and "adherents" of the message from the Judeo-Christian Old Testament that weaved its spells through the hands and ruling houses of the western spiritual and political warriors where they mostly remain, still upholding the fading corrupt Christian Era for human ascendancy, lost for lack of deeds in support of glorious words, bankrupt in spirit for providing for all human livelihood, and finally beginning to be exposed for barely a minuscule of their treachery down through the ages. Herr PCR laments rather than rejoice. I ask, how much better is cooperation for the future of this world than diktat? In much the same way as God "admonished" Adam and Eve for being "woke"; e.g., "Who told you that you were naked?" the God of Abraham asked. Was it not a deceptive question for humankind? The honest question from God should have been, "who told you that you were evil?" Therein lies the cross of the Christian era for humans. Can we starve evil to death, wipe it out of our DNA, kill it without regard for our corporeal existence and the hostage of those we love during the battle to achieve unitary supremacy of good, thereby taking an ascending step - toward acquiring a more comprehensive reality, presumably advancing our overall evolution? Yes that was a word salad... it is what I do. Or shall we continue to allow ourselves to be deceived by pretext where evil stands in the place of good and freezes us past the instincts of fight or flight to a stage where we are immobilized by fright, unable to lift a pen to ward off the impending destruction racing toward us?