Oh, you voices of a passing generation, you who’ve spawned this sad Misnamed Age, what a tragedy that this given label fit so perfectly! How lucky, though, that a new age is finally coming!
So prone to speaking up, you’ve given us ample opportunity to look below your utterances, and we’ve learned to no longer fear unloaded words. What good are a thousand cannons to those who do not possess even a single cannonball? Realizing as much, we’re readying our long-overdue charge.
No more shall we be driven under by emotionally manipulative platitudes! Gone are our predecessor selves, always so ready to surrender to unsheathed words! There is no honor in engaging with an enemy unable to define their terms. We will no longer argue outside the frame of an accepted premise.
We have given this up. Friends, our zeal to define begins where it should: with the most definable, which is the future itself. You cannot convince us of your tired worldview without definition, without context. Because, old one, we now live amidst a great sea of context! In the information age, we are a coastal people, and context is the great body of water that defines our terrain. We construct our understanding atop it much in the same manner as the great city of Venice was once built. Gondola riders, all of us!
You tell me to fight and die for “democracy” or some other nebulous concept. You think the word itself should convince me. Ah! You’ve hallowed words to the same degree you’ve hollowed out your dictionaries. I search for what you mean, and you distract me with superficial moralistic posturing. Fine, but then you offer me nothing else. No definition. No context. Each moment is an island to you. Don’t you realize it all falls under the domain of greater history? The international order of 80 years is nothing compared to the historical order of all recorded history!
Be gone with your most dangerous dogma. Finally and mercifully, the terrible age of misnaming is passing. It has been ruled by those whose every label pointed away from that which it was applied to. Typically, these rulers named themselves after what they were most capable of preventing. Case in point: the self-described progressive is almost always a roadblock to true progress. However, by definition, a roadblock is also on the road which it blocks, so they too saw themselves as part of Progress Road and named themselves laughably accordingly.