The coronavirus pandemic is a very scary and unsettling time for all of us. Everyone one I know is worried about their health, their finances, or both.

Every cough or sniffle feels like a potential calamity and every missed paycheck and new bill coming-due is like the onset of economic ruin. No one knows if or when life will get back to normal and we can resume working without fear of infection and with it the possibility of death. All of this uncertainty is extremely unnerving.

But, thankfully, there is something that can anchor us to our carefree, pre-coronavirus past…something persistent and reliable that, like herpes, will stick with us through thick and thin. I am, of course, referring to the idiotically self-defeating, painfully myopic and infuriatingly insipid, politically correct philosophy known as wokeness.

Like the ever-resilient cockroach surviving and thriving in the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust, that strain of vacuous thought known as wokeness is proving itself to be immune to the Covid-19 contagion.