The Caboose of Modernity

Next, we should reject postmodernism because it isn't really postmodern. Before awarding the grand prefix post to anything, we should ascertain that it actually is describing something in the rear view mirror. If we look at the foundation stones of modernism, we should quickly identify one of them as being the thought of Darwin — evolution. But why is it that none of these johnnies are saying that they are post-Darwinian? Evolution is a metanarrative, but the only incredulity I can find anywhere is in the discussions of tourists in the parking lot of the Creation Museum. The postmodernists pretend that they are blowing up the foundations when they are actually just painting the eaves a different color.

Excerpt above from recent musing on Postmodernism by Douglas Wilson. Three cheers for that first sentence: "Next, we should reject postmodernism because it isn't really postmodern." I took a degree in Philosophy at university and I remember when I reached the same conclusion during my studies and thought, "Wait, hold the phone. This Postmodern-thing is only the Caboose of a train called Modernity." Not really post-modern, indeed.  All things Pomo collapse under the weight of their own critiques. Postmodernism thinks it is Revolutionary, but all it is doing is "painting the eaves a different color," i.e., Pomo is the child begat by Modernity and now it spends its time, as all little children do, dressing up and playing make-believe. Postmodernism is like the Lutheran who ran away from Rome's idols but in the final analysis only exchanged ready-made idols for the organic idols of bad sacramental theology.