Depending on where on the bell-curve you perceive “woke” and “anti-woke”, you could go from absolute pot stirrer to (more like where I place them, seeing both extremes as not affecting me at all… I don’t even consider these terms.) Level headed, middle of the road.

No shit.

1605… 30 full barrels of gunpowder under the Parlement building of London. Would have blown the ever loving shit out of every politician in England had it worked. The Conspirators (Catholics… well religion and politics. You know how it goes.) would have succeeded if they hadn’t been ratted out by an anonymous letter.

The culprits were caught, hung, drawn and quartered and hung up around London… although James I did say to Guy Fawkes before he was hung “I like your style.”

Whip it Good!

So this atom returns to the pub begging the bartender and the patrons “Oh, good golly! I’ve lost one of my here electrons! Has anyone seen it?!”

The owner says. “No one has reported anything. Are you sure you’ve lost it?”

To which the atom replied, “Yes! I’m positive!”

…

The next day…

Having a pint, the bartender sees the atom from yesterday and calls the ion up to the bar and says “Just yesterday, you say you lost an electron. Well we found it and here it is.” Rolling it across the bar. The atom, now very happy says “Yeah! That’s the one! Amazing! Thank you! What can I do to repay you?!”

The bartender, with a sly wink, says “No charge.”