About Satire

[What is satire]
 Satire is primarily a literary genre. And it can also portrayed either picture or writing.
Although its main purpose is to criticize some social situation that seems unfair or illogical,
it also gives humorous feelings by ridiculing situation.

[Example of satire]

Silla Hotel, one of the biggest hotel in Korea rejected the guest who wore Han-bok, Korean traditional clothes. Why do they rejected?
 They said Han-bok is bulky and dangerous clothes since it can hurt other guests. However, they permitted other clothes such as Kimono. ( Japanese traditional clothes.) This was such a weird situation.

This was satirized by Gag Concert. ( Famous gag program in Korea.)
 About Silla Hotel.
The one who dressed like manager rejected a person who wore Han-bok but he entered others including Japanese traditional clothes, Chinese, even the Gollum and Indian clothes.

 [My topic]

 I am going to satire previleged class.
They dominate all of the important resposibilites in government or office, and they also take important
parts on judicial branch and the Executive. With their powers they do not concern about other common people's life.

   The picture above satires the Argentina's monopoly. The biggest water company in Argentina dominates the water production and sell it with very expensive price.

 Also there is another picture that depicts gap between rich and poor.

Rewrite : Show me the money

The computer game, Starcraft, created by Blizzard, has some key words that a player can use as “cheats” to make the game easier. “Show me the money”is one of these codes. If a player types it in, they are instantly provided with 10000 minerals and gases for manipulating units, thus making the game player a virtual millionaire, and therefore able to achieve many amazing feats. Like the key words in the game, I want to make a lot of money. Earning a lot of money is my ultimate goal. "SHOW ME THE MONEY!"

Before entering elementary school, my mother bought me the book "The Talmud," life. When I read it one sentence in particular came in to my mind.

"The most harmful things to human beings are the mouth and an empty wallet."

(Maybe above sentence can be translated in English but it will use different expression.)
Although this sentence emphasizes that people should care about their conversations as well, I focused on the "empty wallet" aspect only. After I saw this sentence, I recognized the importance of money. ‘With money,' I thought to myself, 'I can do everything. In contrast, if I do not have enough money, I will live A very miserable life.’

With this idea, I entered elementary school. Like most kids, I lived A mundane and ordinary life. I walked to school early, played soccer with friends, and wrote words politely with a 4B pencil.

However, the problem happened in Korean writing class, when the teacher required us to write about our dream. Many friends wrote about becoming scientists, doctors, and presidents. In my case, however, I wrote that my dream was to earn a lot of money. I also provided my reasons:

 I think money is A powerful tool. We cannot buy things without money. Having a lot of money also ensures me happiness since it allows me to do many things.

 

But, lo and behold, my teacher did not accept my idea. She believed elementary school children's dreams should be something hopeful and idealistic. For her, my writing might be viewed as a crazy thing. She called me and we had counseling time.“Joohyung, why didn’t you write about your real dream?”
“Uh, frankly speaking, this is my real dream.”
“No, Joohyung. dream should be something you want to do in future. Something likes an occupation."

“Earning money cannot be the most important thing. There are many things that YOU cannot buy with money. Like your future and your dreams.”

 I stared blankly.

“Understand? So write this again and give it to me tomorrow.”
‘Meh.’
Counseling with her wounded my soft and genuine innocence of childhood. After that, in front of the class I said that my dream was to be a scientist, even thought I did not think it as my ultimate goal. Maybe, my life in elementary school was the life of a hypocrite. I covered my sincerity.

Not only my teacher, but also people around me thought my dream as a weird thing. They have some negative thoughts about earning a lot of money and becoming rich. Maybe they are affected by the social culture that emphasizes thrift and saving. In addition, in Korean society, there are many problems that were brought by the rich people’s greed. So, society often has a selectively negative view towards wealth, and they doubt the sources of it.

Accordingly, many teachers taught us with this kind of rhetoric: “Do what you want to do. Then the money will follow you if you do something really well.” Teachers can sometimes be the main characters in the movie "3 Idiots." Although their intentions are really good, they are too idealistic. I want to ask a question, not only teachers but also other people:
Do you really perform and choose your job with your pure interest?

People want to be famous writers, not just writers, since famous writers can earn a lot of money and get high social status. Many people are not free from their financial problems. They are afraid of money, hiding their real problem by saying fanciful words. They speak like they do not care or worry about money.

My dream is not a weird thing. I think it reveals most people’s desires.

I want people to speak frankly. We should be frank about our own desire. So, in my case,

I shout: “Show me the money!”

Story and Story

 My friends and I went 한라 mountain. Since it snowed a lot, we were not able to walk further. So we decided to sleep in Hotel near 한라.
After we finished shower, we were really boring. Before we sleep, we talked a lot. When one of my friends finished humorous story, we intended to sleep. But Chang-hun started another story. Although we were really sleepy, we tried to focus on his story.

 He started his story with dark and gloomy voice.
 “My story is really scary and it is my real experience.”

 It was a dark stormy night and I was studying in my room alone. At first, it rained a lot. As time goes by, the sound of rain hitting the windows of a room diminished gradually. The light of the bulb in the room started to shimmer and cold wind blew into the room. However, I have not noticed the changes. Since I focused on my work, and I turned my head toward the door. Somebody was standing there. I could not even scream because I was too scared. Since it was very dark. I couldn’t notice the force of the person. The black, tall figure approached to my side. I tried to run away, but my legs wouldn’t move. There was no way to escape. It was so clear that I would be seriously hurt if I jumped out the window – I live in the fifteenth floor.
 The person stared at me for a few seconds, and then, passed through me. Yes, literally “through” me. After that, I woke up, sweating. It was a dream, I felt a sleep, during the studying. Books were messly placed on the desk. I went to school and told my friends about the story, and this made Chris shatter. He used to live in the house where, currently, our family is living. He said that he had similar dream when he was living in the house. Immediately, I felt that there is “something” in the house.
 Right after I came back from school I visited my neighbors to find out what was happened in my house. I visited all people living in our apartment, but nobody knew about my house. I tried to give up figuring out what was going on. When I knocked the door of the last house, and old man came out. I was so surprised to see him because he looked very similar to the man who came out in my dream. However, he was smiling and was not scary. He said, “Glad to see you. I was waiting for you.” I was so surprised and again, couldn’t say anything. He kept saying, “There’s a lot to tell you, Chang-hun. Come in.” Oh, God! He even knew my name. The house was extremely large. I sat on a big sofa and looked around. Everything was huge, extremely huge. He brought a cup of coffee. “Umm… Chang-hun… I wonder where I should start.”
 “I am your father.” He said with great determination. “I AM your FATHER.”
 “What?” I shricked. “Can’t be.”
 I knew my own father. Though he lived far away when I was young, and I did not have much chance to spend time with him, he has always been there since the day I was born. The man seemed to hesitate. Then he went on to explain. “When you were 2 years old my dear, your mom and I had a big fight. We could not agree upon what we were fighting about, and we came to live in separate houses. The one you are living in right now is the house that I used to live in. Then one day, a guy came, claiming to be your mother’s “new husband”. He asked me to sign the divorce file, of which I did not want to sigh for I could not give up my right as your father. The man was enraged and he came to beat me to death. Or he thought death, at least. I was moved to hospital instantly after he left the house and gained my health back. And through the dreams, I was looking for you going through the hearts of boys your age. Then I came to see your heart, Chang-hun, and prayed to God you come looking for me. Without a doubt, you came, and here you are my dear. I’ve missed you.”
 I was shocked, shocked to death.
 “You were brought back to life… ?” I asked.
 “But, who called the ambulance.”
 “I did.” The man said. “I called the ambulance.”
Then I saw his feet. He had no feet
When he recognized that I was watching his feet, he laughed and grub my neck.

 We were horrified and forgot that we have to sleep. We asked.
“So, what did you do Chang-hun.”
“I failed to escape and I died.”
“Meh, It’s just a kidding, Chang-hun. Don’t lie.”

“Do you think I’m alive?”

He had no feet.
We screamed.


 At that moment, I woke up. It was a dream. It was today that I planned trip to 한라 with my friends. So I packed my bags and called to my friends.

 First I called my friend Byeong-Woo.
 “Hello, Is Byeong-Woo there?”
 “Is.. Joo Hyung?”
 “Yes, can I speak to Byeong-Woo.”
 “He died last night ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ.”

 “What?”

 I was shocked and I called to my other friends, but, they also died last night. I did not know why they died last night.

 Then, my phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hey Joo Hyung it’s me Chang-hun.”

“Chang-hun, Did you know that our friends died last night?”
“…………”
“What should we do. ㅠㅠ.”

It was last voice that I heard from Chang-hun.
“Don’t worry my dear, I will send you to your friends soon.”