Prajwal Dhiwar; Strike of the Unaesthetics

I don't take much pleasure in targetting individuals for my blog posts but this particular ignoramus was just too insufferable to ignore. His name is 'Prajwal' and he hails from our favourite third world country - India.
Despite the long distance he has multiple mutual friends in common with me from my town and when criticised for his regrettable, insincere and plain callous facebook posts he responds with sardonic crap.
e.g. "Your mother must be so proud of you! "

I've had multiple clashings with this wrong'un, the most notable being when he criticised me for my choice of guitar and claimed that his was superior based purely on the brand name. Other than that he resorts to choice insults such as "Have you been to the dentist lately? I heard you have to travel all the way to Scotland for a 'dentist'.

On his facebook page he enjoys posing pretentiously with overtly-flambuoyant guitars to scrape up whatever likes he can get.
He makes snide comments about ex-heroin addicts and the like. I'd love to see you go through poverty-related issues and then make ingenuous comments you sheltered ignoramus.

Prajwal, you're a despicable person. You lack common empathy for the unfortunate, and you have a wholely disgraceful internet persona. You need to wash, shave, find clothes that fit, drop acid, and dedicate yourself to becoming a more sincere guy. Peace out, my indian bro.

Lord Randall

"O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son!
And where ha you been, my handsome young man!"
"I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."

"An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
An wha met you there, my handsome young man?"
"O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."

"And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?"
"Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."

"And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?"
"My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."

"And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?"
"They stretched their legs out and died; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."

"O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
"O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"What d'ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?"
"Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down"

"What d'ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?"
"My gold and my silver; ; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down"

"What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?"
"My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down"

"What d'ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal my son?
What d'ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?
"The rope and the halter that do hang on yonder tree
And there let her hang for the poisoning of me"


by anonymous

Generation Degeneration

It's been on my mind a lot lately, but I've not taken the time to express nor debate its contents until now.
I don't know how to ease in to a topic like this so I'm just going to cut straight on with an opinionated statement; our generation are the ones to witness the very last and absolute decline of all traditional social and moral values that have held society together throughout history. Take a good look around you, teenage pregnancies are on the rise, even the (excuse the crude analogy) pornographic 'milf' fad of the 90s is practically dead as every 'hot mom' out there is probably the same age as the teens. Girls are losing their virginity at 12 and 13, 15 year old girls are dating 25 year old ex convicts with no shame, middle class guys are going from ripping people off on piss weed to senselessly stabbing pedestrians within about 2 years all while our own policemen find it easier to lock up law-abiding citizens and ignore the thugs on our streets thanks to their cowardice.

In the middle ages even our society was governed by knightly virtues and strong codes of moral justice and honour. Does that exist today? A society where every single act is a selfish grapple for perceived temporary self-empowerment? All while corrupt politicians and bankers do everything they can to scrape in every last penny they can get despite already having more money than they can possibly spend in an entire lifetime, despite having enough money to house and feed every man in the third world.

When will this vile regime end? When will our generation stop being so pathetic and do something about our impending doom? The answer is never, because we're all so caught up in the insipid details of our mundane and meaningless lives.

Nihilism isn't apathy, it's realism, and realism has no intent.