Beware the Jabberwock my Son

Well, my bot, my No-CD cracks, and my BNet life are all officially dead. Blizzard changed their connection system so that my No-CD's don't work, binary bots are pretty much obsolete, and because of it all, I don't care about it anymore. I'm sure someone else will take on the task some day...

In the meantime, I'd like to enlighten some of you on hidden satire. Many people know of Lewis Carroll's poem, 'Jabberwocky.' For those of you that don't, it goes like this:

Twas brillig and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock my son,
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the Jub-jub bird and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch.'

He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the Tum-Tum tree,
and stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
and burbled as it came.

One two, one two, and through and through,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head,
he went gallumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy!
Oh frabjuous day, Calloh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Roughly translated from this rather fanciful seeming English (and yes, it is English), the poem reads as follows:

It was evening and the smooth sleek badgers
Scratched and made holes in the side of the hill.
All unhappy were the parrots,
And the solemn land turtles squeaked.

"Beware the Jabberwock my son,
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the Jub-jub bird and shun,
The fuming furious Bandersnatch."

He took his twisted sword in hand,
Long time the foe from the Isle of Manx he sought,
So rested he, by the tree that makes noises like a stringed instrument,
And stood a while in thought.

And in perplexed thought he stood,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame,
Came floating through the twisted wood,
And gargled as it came.

One two one two, and through and through,
The twisted sword made noises like a sword.
He left it dead and with its head,
He went triumphantly galloping back.

"And have you killed the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms my glowing boy.
Oh happy day, Hip-Hip-Hooray!"
He choked on a laugh in his joy.

It was Evening and the smooth sleek badgers
Scratched and made holes in the side of the hill.
All unhappy were the parrots,
And the solemn land turtles squeaked.

Basically, life is going on, and a hero decides to take on a dangerous quest to defeat an evil monster. He succeeds, comes home to much celebration, and life goes on. Nothing people think is important really matters in the long run. And to top it off, we're completely oblivious to it, just like most people are to not only the meaning of this poem, but the message it conveys, which is linked to the message conveyed through the inability to read the poem in the first place.

Moral of the rant: Lewis Carroll was a genius.