The interpretation that many critics have of postmodernism is wrong. They interpret it as postmodernists saying that no objective reality or morality exists. While that is the ultimate result of letting postmodernism utterly consume you like a womb, that's not what postmodernism is exactly.

It's actually much more insidious than that, the average postmodernists themselves don't go that far, but they do have a lickspittle hatred of any sort of boldness or grandness, in a manner of speaking. They do love their deconstruction and abstraction, to the point that abstraction becomes a feat in of itself.

They hate the pure and rational individuals, although I don't care either way about race or anything like that. I care about myself, I live for the sake of myself which you will soon see I do very well while you do very not well.

This is what spawns the displays you see in many college stages today, a postmodern interpretation of Shakespeare could turn the Moor of Venice into a story of Iago the walking phallic symbol who drenches the genderqueer Othello in semen while the naked and whiteface Cassio rubs hot chaffe all over the body while raw dogging a rubber chicken. All of the actors have vaginas, mind you, and are unshaven.

I won't go too much into this, I consider myself what you'd call an objectivist, but rather a more heroic and vitalist version of it that delves into the, "rational auto-theistic metaphysical" if you can comprehend it. I know I'll get downvoted, or spitefully upvoted, either way, an argument with the majority of you is useless, so I'll propose this instead.

I'd rather not argue fruitlessly, I'd rather collide. I am an extremely probing, analytical, and agile mental body. I can prove this in a game of... chess? Yes, chess, that's what I want. Click the link down below if you hate me so much you want to attempt to humiliate me.

This is what I want, your humiliation, but I know you'll attempt to humiliate me. Bonus points if its Linux, the OP of this little game. I think this will be an interesting experiment, and a potent ritual for my ascendance. Click the link, and we can settle this like true John Galts, eh?