21st Century Bullshit

The 21st century is, without doubt, the age of great advancements in technology. God has allowed man to invent cell phones with different fancy features. (The buzz is that, its too expensive, though.) Man became very innovative when it comes to genuine gadgets- thanks to the genius that were Bill Gates and Steve Jobs.

Only, a certain bullshit in the periphery has passed like smoke. God, it sucks.

It's that man, particularly the young, are beginning to be thoroughly dull and stupid when it comes to the subject of appreciation. Young girls fall to Korean look-a-like assholes, who simply knows nothing but to fix their 90's inspired  gay hair. There are young sluts (bitches) who would adore guys who are too good and 'malupet' in the dance floor, and swags in to the beat of 'Teach me how to dougie'. But there are more ironic examples, such that they give certain degrees of disgrace to the male domain. They give lots of this embarassment when these sons of bitches cling to the call of the Jejemon nature, with their Ninoy (or most likely SpongeBob)-inspired specks and colorful shorts. Shit.

This thoughts gave me a sweet comfort, because God really is good. God didn't allowed the Eraserheads, Rico J., and Jose Mari Chan to exist in this tasteless age, because if ever He did, such dignified musicians would just simply be dumps of the same smoke. It's great that God made Einstein, Rizal, Bonifacio, Newton, Shakespeare, da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Thomas of Aquinas, Augustine of Hippo, Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates to live not in this decade, for if not, shit, man will never appreciate intellectual scientific laws that causes the ignorant age (this age) their dilemmas. I can't imagine if these men happened to inhale the same air, the same polluted air we breathe, and they would simply be ignored. Oh, it would cause a definite communist revolution, under my leadership. Moving aside, the greatest thing that God spared for this generation is that He gave the ten commandments thousands of years ago, and not in the year two thousand eleven, for if it were, shucks, man will never have any order, at all.

In an age where man does not appreciate and even care about scientific equations and well-pollished poetic words of rhyme, and where idle handsomeness and good looks are the basis for dynamic and 'bonggang' appreciations from jerks, there's a message I'd want to express, that simply are two words (harsh words, really) that I can't hold myself for censorship and I can't publish it. Though these two words are sharp and points a finger to all those whom I want to point with. They start with the letters "F" and "Y".