Oligarcy

Peaceful old me decided to take the backseat and quietly enjoy writing blogs that nobody deems fit to read, when “The Truth—” decides to use the keyboard (again). The thing is, I don’t WANT to be told the truth about anything! That’s well… boring. Have I not the right to live in some delusional world where chickens come on 2D and cows get milk on Mars?

Dearest Truest boy (yes, I do believe him to be a he), blog something nice and neat so that I may have the liberty to undermine and ridicule it instead you enjoying that pleasure at my expense.

Love,

Everyone seems to be doing it, so I fell prey to peer pressure and decided to join the angry mob (consisting of about 3 people) shooting Anton Taylor (read the Varsity Paper pg. 7). Usually I love the humour page (pg. 14). In the fact, that’s practically the only part of the paper that I read without having to have a cup of coffee at hand. After skimming through Karl Thompson’s “Colum in the Corner” a rather curious statement caught my eye; “Skip the humour section, it’s not funny”. Imagine my utter delight at defying someone I think very poorly of! That is, until I read the humour section…

It wasn’t funny.

Instead of making me go “ha-ha” I went “ha-huh?” at most of what was read. As for the “avant-garde” piece of art kindly provided by Anton… anybody got a lighter handy?

Therefore, with a heavy heart, I declare Anton Taylor (my hero) Jerk Number #2 (insensitive bastard being the key motivation). Congratulations!

With Love,

Fred 

Oki doki. I posted something similar on the media forum but thats boring so I decided to put it up here.

Soooooooooo you sitting on your backside blogging/chatting/complaining nineteen to a dozen (or whatever it is) about how crap the government is, or how stupid your lecturer is, or how big your pimple is getting, or how you absolutely hate the movie you saw on tellie last night. And then... Nothing. I mean, that's where it ends. The majority of people getting a pain is completely passive. Do you organize a march to government? No. Do you go speak to your lecturer? No. Do you squeeze you pimple? NO! (Well yes you do but that's besides the point). The point I'm trying to make is; most of us are guilty of simply doing nothing. Hence, no change. How can you expect things to be different if all you do is nothing?

(On a side note; this is only my second seriousish blog. Don't hate.)

Fred

May I have your attention please?

Infidels

May I have your attention please?

Will the real Crazed Dude please stand up?

I repeat. Will the real Crazed Dude please stand up?

We’re gonna have a problem here…

Y’all act like you’ve never heard an idiot before

Jaws on the floor,

Who am I? A leather strapped thingy? A goat? A young person? Nah... I am (drum roll)... a figment of your imagination. Mere words on a screen. Do I exist? Only as unconstructed matter formed by a language that demands to be read.

Sigh... once upon a time when Ignorance was my lover, life was so much simpler. Now it's riddled with a ridiculous amount of walls, playgrounds and sand boxes. Not that it disturbs me much. There's another matter which completely upsets my disgestive system; The Truth About Fred. I mean, come on! Talk about getting distracted. Just when I was warming up. I'd like to send a message to The Truth About Fred: "Grow up".

Love,

Fred 

Dearly Beloved,

We are gathered here today, to pay our last respects towrads Sanity. As many already know, he passed away some time ago but today, the duty has fallen upon me (yet again) to make an official announcement of this tragedy. 

(Let us now have a moment of silence...)

Brethren, you will all be happy to know that Sanity died quite peacefully in his home; leaving behind his dear two children, Insanity and Chaos and several valuables that are too valuable to mention. Let us not forget the Sane moments we once had. Moments where cars actually drove on the designated roads (and not into pedestrians); when a sranger would greet and walk away (instead of ripping off your money, cell phone and t-shirt) and moments where what the president said made sense (do I really need to elaborate?).

With that, I hereby declare Chaos and Insanity the new order of the world.

Yours Mournfully,

Fred 

Yes people, it is once again my sad duty to inform you that I am, in fact; spam. Sigh... Just when I was beginning to think that what I thought actually counted. For those of you that hadn't had the opppurtunity to experience my spamishness first hand, you will be delighted to know that reading further will undoubtedly grant you that magnificent chance to do so. Many of you might be wondering what exactly this is about, and it's rather quite simple. Greg and Karl (moment of silence) have gone to an enormous  amount of trouble to gently convince me of my spamishness. At first I couldn't believe it; then I couldn't understand it; now, I embrace it. (Maybe I should start a website and call it "SPAM-i-R"?) I would like to say thank you to Greg, Karl and that other dude that I can't remember; without you I would never have realized who I truly am-- Spam.

Love Fred 

I don't know whether anyone read in the Cape Times about the baby girl born a rare condition known as craniofacial duplication. As a result she has two faces on a single head. The most intriguing and disturbing part about this story is that the village she is born in (a northern Indian village) worships her as a goddess. In fact they claim that she is the reincarnation of a Hindu goddess. These are people that live with a different set of values and beliefs, will it be right then to say that they are nothing but a bunch of ignorant fools that fall over themselves to worship an oddity? Her condition is scientifically known and can be explained by science, how do you get people to understand that? Well, you don't. Just like you hold onto a particular belief (however irrational it is) they hold on to a belief as well.

Can they then be justified in believing what they believe? If a young child is taught to be a killer at an early age can he be excempted from the crime because he had no power to dictate his own upbring? 

This is confusing. Has anyone else got a better way of saying this?

I guess the question I'm asking is; how "wrong" is it of the villagers to worship this girl? 

Maybe I'm being petty by mentioning this but.... the new Shuttle services from Mowbray to Tugwell sucks bad. You get dropped off in the main road, have to walk up to Tugwell and wait for another bus to take you to upper campus. Talk about delayed.

The reason for starting all this was "to ease the morning traffic in Mowbray", I don't think they're going about it the right way. Because the taxi capacity is limited; more taxis has to be used (meaning more vehicles on the road), more petrol is being used (meaning more money is spent). Does anyone else see the slight stupidity? 

The most dsiheartening factor about writing a blog is perhaps...writing a blog. Not only is it being used as a forum for individual opinions, weird ideas and the systematic breaking down of them, it is also being used as a outlet to fuel or reflect numerous ridiculous interests of such individuals. Blogs (more often than not) serves no particular purpose to the wider society. Views, ideas and the world is certainly not changed by using this particular medium of communication. How many lives have been touched by some dude waffling about how the the world will end in a rather nasty way (due to global warming of course)? Little, if at all!

Blogs seem to be written by people who has an uncontrollable urge to broadcast things that are.. well, quite frankly, NOT interseting (!).

Thae charge of contradiction lies heavily upon my shoulders. But it matters little, the chance of anyone taking an interest enough to read this or even creating a slight impression on anyone who will, is rather slim.

The End.

Imagine my surprise at finding a blog (by someone called Eastern) asking questions about the SpongeBobby's sexuality. It's certainly not something I have bothered to think but others clearly have. Various religious groups have protested against the appropriateness of the cartoon and backing it up rather strongly with several biblical quotes. I have a question, do the kids watching it really care? Are they able to analysis the cartoon? Common sense says; NO!

Sigh... it's as if people got nothing else to do anymore. Afterall, we live pineapples under the sea...