Disgust – sing, goddess, the abomination, oh wretched souls of many a high school student whom on that fated class laid their eyes upon Visual Basic master of obscurity and its battle for the minds of that class with the son of Kernighan and Ritchie, C the grand foundation.
And so did I, distraught with fear. Woe, for the master of obscurity has scaled our walls! In the distant shores, they sang of your horrible, horrible might, your powers abound, allowing hordes of sugary GUI apps to be created by lawless men with no compunctions for style or structure and hiding your GUI source and processes as daemons, those services starting up as the system is invoking their name, calling them each: come now cupsd skilled daemon of printing; seer and bringer of revelation, famd, refreshing the file manager with such precision; esound, mixer of multiple channels, combining sounds of several apps with such might; and sshd, the master gatekeeper, safe access you have given many back to their very own systems from far away as if they were at their own black ships. The rage of those who wail and gnash their teeth at such an affront!
Whilst Visual Basic son of Microsoft flooded the hard drives of those computers doomed to Windows 2000 a fate worse than a segmentation fault, I saw upon the desk of the elder, lo! A Canadian Computing Competition pamphlet golden as the plated contacts of a stick of 512 MB Corsair XMS PC3200 RAM, gracing a computer with increased memory, heightening the swiftness of the computer tenfold so that it may run Doom III quick as the wind. A thousand shouts of joy were heard as those fateful words were read aloud: “Competitors in stage 2 must use Pascal and/or C/C++.”
And at that fleeting moment, I knew in my heart that freedom from that wretched hulk, the son of Microsoft. The students must bring the grand foundation C back into battle. With blazing hope renewed, I pleaded with the elder.
“Surely as the sun shines, the wisest course of action would be to send an embassy to C the grand foundation and persuade it to come to our aid. Visual Basic, son of Microsoft is upon our ramparts as we speak. Put aside your grudge against it and you shall be famed for your disposition throughout the lands, all the way to the ends of the city, where grand universities and schools not unlike this one. Do this and all shall speak your name as they do in awe and reverence for Torvalds and not in fear and disgust for the vile one, Gates.”
And the elder responded “To each his own. There are those who prefer toiling under the blazing sun, speaking the name of Visual Basic master of obscurity with awe. There are those who rejoice in the vile sugary GUI and claim this to be the true Tao of Programming which so many have sought for years. Should you convince me to bring back C the grand foundation, they should curse not only at me, but you. They shall quake in fear as a noob Zerg rusher gets owned by a gosu Protoss fleet, golden in all its glory, with the riches of a thousand mineral fields! They shall wail in torment and I cannot have that happen, not while I am the elder. But, if you must spur the grand foundation on to return to battle, I will not stop you. You must bring it back alone, I shall have none of it. And so that is my solemn decree to those who wish for C to return.”
And so the decree of the elder was. For the first time in three years of programming, I began to work to convince C the grand foundation to return to slay the master of obscurity. Finally, all will witness the impending battle between the son of Kernighan and Ritchie and the son of Microsoft. But the elder spoke truth, those cowards who succumbed to the deadly whispers of Visual Basic master of obscurity rejected the return of C the grand foundation, reveling in the heresy of the son of Microsoft. It made no sense, C did not favour any platform, C was transparent in its as the alpha PNGs not viewed in Internet Explorer which all but mutilated them, C was efficient as a Reiser4 filesystem and fathered many other languages' syntax, like C++, Java, Javascript, Python, Perl, they are numerous as the inodes on a 10 GB ext3 root partition. And still they choose to live in blindness, as though they were using an ANSI 80×25 terminal with a white background for several hours.
But yet, victory is close.