As I gaze upon the ruins of what was once my home city, where I grew up and built a life full of love, laughter, and fond memories, I could feel sad. But I cannot help but smile, for we have finally conquered wokeness.
There was a time when every “blue” joke would yield a reprimand from HR. Now, no one would dare to stop me from screening Blazing Saddles in my office’s conference room, if there were any electricity to run the television. In fact, there are no HR rules at all, I have no job, the company no longer exists, and the entire building is occupied by warlords.
These days, no one asks me about pronouns; they’re too busy searching for potable water. The victor of the Fourth Great Water War has yet to be determined, but what is certain is that we have decisively defeated the DEI scolds who were incessantly telling us the “right” words to say.

