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Generation X and The Baby Boomers really need to realise the complete and utter useless seed they have sown and reaped: Generation Y.
Where to start?
Shall I plot the downward spiral of ignorance on all things that matter? Perhaps rewrite the dictionary so as to include the new and ever-growing festation of profanities? (Ya MotherF*** Slurry) Perchance I should all together burn the tomes of history since they are no longer relavent to your 21st century life? (Yes, still cut about the Hamlet thing)
Being part of this horrid group of IT liberatchies, I for one do not look forward to being labelled as the dud. The weak link in a mighty dynasty (ty disney moses movie). The generation single handedly responsible for the world melting into a cosmo puddle, plunging into political anarchy and all the while watching my last 10 mins of TV with the top headline:
MILEY CYRUS: INTER-FAMILY SWINGER, GUM-BUCKED SOUTHERN TWEEN OVERLORD.
But really, gen y, kevin 07?
How could you fall for the rhyming Mr Sheen imposter?
How could you proudly wear those polly-blend support Labor shirts?
Really, don't come crying to the Liberal party when the whole of Australia get repo'ed by overseas investors.
Anyway, back to my point. Gen Y, we want everything now and we want to pay later. Somehow manipulate nature by genetically modifing our seeds to create a super crop of rewards. In theory, smart, but the world doesn't work like that. Uranium produces manifolds of rewards, yes, but it comes with manifolds of repercussions. Gen Y the most significant part of the sentence: "Fruits of your Labour" isn't the fruit, its the labour.*
This post is for Katie-kins.
The wielder of the whip.
The inspiration for the labour.
(*note: Labour // to exert force in a constant process.
Labor // Socially and economically naive political party)
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Hamlet as in Piglet?
Dear Literary Anorexics,
Your profound inability to understand let alone knowledge of Shakespeare/Austen/Bronte/Hardy/Dickens is most encumbering. Your lack of laughter at my witty allusions does not make me "lame", it makes you stupid. The ape-like expressions to which you approach such texts is altogether amusing especially when coupled with the primate hoots at your confusion. It is the criticism which is most foul and unnatural *cue laughter at witty allusion*. The naive judgements, nay vehement exclamations to the heavens of the obsolete nature of these authors is unfounded. Just because Pizza Hut has opened around the corner doesn't mean people stop going to Italy (If I may quote from the baser adaptation 'Bride and Prejudice' WHICH may I add has not become the sole substitute of Austen's Pride and Prejudice but a derivative satirical farce. (Which fairly, provided adequate amusement))
The point, dearly deprived, is your crucifixion of those who enjoy and *SHOCK HORROR* actually gain some moral rejuvenation. Yes, me. I am used to being martyred for my enjoyment of the Baroque period, the criticism of the historically incorrect portrayal of channel 10's Merlin and my constant humming of the great musical theatre scores but THIS WILL NOT STAND.
I do not claim to be a literary expert, barely at the tip of the literary iceberg, but your foolhardiness is no justification for the insolence of your rejection. My willingness to extend my tendrils of understanding is no justification for the impertinence of your jesting. The Board of Studies' (often misguided) attempt to empower a sense of appreciation is no justification for you to place the Australian education system into disrepute.
In short: You Suck.
Yours Sincerely,
The eternally incensed.
P.s.
This letter was written in a jovial spirit - no offence taken, so no offence intended :)
Your profound inability to understand let alone knowledge of Shakespeare/Austen/Bronte/Hardy/Dickens is most encumbering. Your lack of laughter at my witty allusions does not make me "lame", it makes you stupid. The ape-like expressions to which you approach such texts is altogether amusing especially when coupled with the primate hoots at your confusion. It is the criticism which is most foul and unnatural *cue laughter at witty allusion*. The naive judgements, nay vehement exclamations to the heavens of the obsolete nature of these authors is unfounded. Just because Pizza Hut has opened around the corner doesn't mean people stop going to Italy (If I may quote from the baser adaptation 'Bride and Prejudice' WHICH may I add has not become the sole substitute of Austen's Pride and Prejudice but a derivative satirical farce. (Which fairly, provided adequate amusement))
The point, dearly deprived, is your crucifixion of those who enjoy and *SHOCK HORROR* actually gain some moral rejuvenation. Yes, me. I am used to being martyred for my enjoyment of the Baroque period, the criticism of the historically incorrect portrayal of channel 10's Merlin and my constant humming of the great musical theatre scores but THIS WILL NOT STAND.
I do not claim to be a literary expert, barely at the tip of the literary iceberg, but your foolhardiness is no justification for the insolence of your rejection. My willingness to extend my tendrils of understanding is no justification for the impertinence of your jesting. The Board of Studies' (often misguided) attempt to empower a sense of appreciation is no justification for you to place the Australian education system into disrepute.
In short: You Suck.
Yours Sincerely,
The eternally incensed.
P.s.
This letter was written in a jovial spirit - no offence taken, so no offence intended :)
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