Now's not the time to rest on our laurels. We need to smoosh the woke roach, just like it's a real roach. "Sorry bud, you can't live here in our home. It's not that I hate you, it's just that, I can't communicate to you, I can't peacefully place you outside and shake my finger at you and tell you don't come back. You don't work that way. There's only one option that isn't retarded." Smoosh!
(btw that double-O is just pronounced with a schwa sound.) Smoosh it. You just have to kill this thing. You just have to un-alive it. Now's the time. Foot on the throat? Crush. Do it. End wokeness, don't rest, we're not done, not yet. We need to get back to closets and red light districts is all, that was fine, that worked. Keep all this stuff in the closet and quarantined. We know it's impossible for it to not exist, some people are retards, nothing you can do about it. Give them space to be retarded, we did it for centuries. Red light districts and closets.