The Celebration of Bastardhood

With reference to a recent post by a friend on his blog, it said that a friend of ours has finally taken a step towards bastardhood. From a person without character, without attitude, without assertiveness, he has turned into...

Well...

I am not sure what he turned into, if he can turned into anything at all. If there is no attitude, no position, no assertion, no character, no aggression, no drive... whatever is left is...

Let us just say that is not much to work on.

I mean, you have to have raw materials to turn into something, right? There are few flaws, but few strengths as well. It is hard to pin any descriptions or names on him so hard that sometimes, even gender stereotypes fail to apply. So for the purpose of this discussion, we will call him nameless.

On the blog post, it is said that nameless has taken a step towards bastardhood. A step cannot be said to be an improvement, he is getting somewhere; but where, I do not know. And probably neither does he.

If bastardhood is a step towards assertiveness and building an identity or character, perhaps it would be an interesting phenomenon. But as with all moulding of gello and playdoh into any semblance of objects, it will be messy.

In steady and skillful hands, playdoh can be a figurine or an animal, or anything you want. In the hands of the inept, a crescent moon will look like.... something obscene.

In any case, nameless was encouraged to drop his gentlemanliness and decency to be a bastard, both of which I feel, are not mutually exclusive with bastardhood.

After all, we can be gentlemanly, decent and be still a bastard.

As they unleash nameless on the world, let us remember the lesson learnt when Stone Cold Steve Austin released Kane back into the world.

This time, there may be no Undertaker to save their asses.