This year, the woke movement has developed at breakneck speed.
Its radical ideology (which claims that all white people are racist, that all men are toxic, that all racialized people are victims, that the state has the right to know who you are sleeping with, and that the West is responsible for all ills, polluting the planet) ended up corrupting most of our cultural institutions, whether it’s Radio Canada, our museums, or our universities.
As Marcel Sabourin wrote, we are now tooth and nails in it.
And the tragedy is that even if you don’t want to be there, it’s the same, we’re in it to the teeth, flying like a grenade…
THE JACQUES FRÉMONT PRIZE
And all because of who?
Because of the fear.
Who, instead of standing up and protecting the institutions they run against the dangerous ideological viruses circulating in the country’s most radical circles, have fallen to their knees.
People like Jacques Frémont, the rector of the University of Ottawa, whose cowardice turned a until recently venerable institution into the epicenter of wokism in Canada.
That this former president of the Quebec Human Rights Commission, despite his cowardice and cowardice, is still the rector of this college is a mystery even more unfathomable than that of the manufacture of Caramilk.
We should name a prize after him: the Jacques Frémont Prize, designed to reward the executive branch that has proven to be the most smug against the far left.
This year the finalists for this award would be numerous.
It’s pushing at the gate!
It ranges from the Université Laval to the Académie des Gémeaux, through the CBC, the National Gallery of Canada and most of our grant agencies that dream of turning our cinemas, our public broadcasters and our museums into weapons of mass rehabilitation.
WE ARE GOGO!
And do you know what the worst is?
Is that that most of these gray heads who decided to implement a stupid policy in the institutions they run don’t even believe in it!
Give them three glasses of wine and they’ll throw up over the policies they implemented themselves!
But now they’re scared of being thought of as old croutons and scared of being out of the wind, so they bow their backs, obediently pray at the altar of neoprogressivism, and drink Kool-Aid ’till the end of the day, even if it disgusts them .
For them, wokism is a kind of intellectual botox that they inject into their temples to look younger and erase their old ideas.
And when these people come across commentators who, instead of emulating them and taking their hole to buy the peace, rise up against the storm and denounce wokism, they have the gall to look down on them lest they even have a hundredth of their courage!
They tremble in their panties but show them off!
These people are to Wokism what Antivax were to COVID.
