A lesson on Hate

Perhaps you've wondered why I've entitled my little corner of cyberspace "Hubris and Hate." Or perhaps you haven't. I don't really give a fuck one way or the other. If you knew me, you wouldn't have wondered about such trivial, mundane things, because they would be readily apparent from my personality (if you can call it that) and general demeanor. If you've been a reader of these pages (and I know there's at least two), then it should be apparent from the content. But if you're just stopping by for the first (and likely your last) time, then I think a quick lesson might be just the thing. So let's start off with our foundation and define the lovely and insouciant little word hate:

Hate: noun 1-a. intense hostility and aversion, usuallyderiving from fear, anger, or sense of injury. b. extreme dislike or antipathy. 2. an Object of hatred.

Hate: verb 1. to feel extreme hostility toward. 2. to have a strong aversion to, find very distasteful, to express or feel extreme enmity or active hostility.

-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary


Hate or hatred is an emotion of intense revulsion, distaste, enmity, or antipathy for a person, thing, or phenomenon; a desire to avoid, restrict, remove, or destroy its object. The emotion is often stigmatized; yet it serves an important purpose, as does love. Just as love signals attachment, hatred signals detachment.

Hatred can be based on fear of its object, justified or unjustified, or past negative consequences of dealing with that object. Hatred is often described as the opposite of love or friendship; others, such as Elie Wiesel, consider the opposite of love to be indifferent. See love-hate relationship.

Often "hate" is used casually to describe things one merely dislikes, such as a particular style of architecture, a certain climate, one's job, or some particular food.

"Hate" or "hatred" is also used to describe feelings of prejudice, bigotry or condemnation (see shunning) against a person, or a group of people, such as racism, and intense religious or political prejudice. The term hate crime is used to designate crimes committed out of hatred in this sense.

Sometimes people, when harmed by a member of an ethnic or religious group, will come to hate that entire group. The opposite situation occurs too, where an entire group hates a single person (see shunning). Some consider this to be socially unacceptable--Western culture, for example, frowns on collective punishment and insists that people be treated as individuals rather than members of groups. Others view such generalizing behavior as rational and indeed, necessary in order to ensure group survival in the face of competing groups or individuals who often have differing points of view.

Hate is often a precursor to violence. Before a war, a populace is sometimes trained via political propaganda to hate some nation or political regime. Hatred remains a major motive behind armed conflicts such as war and terrorism. Hate is not necessarily logical and it can be counterproductive and self-perpetuating.

In The Color of Magic Terry Pratchett said that hate, like love, is an attraction. The word he used was loathe.

-Wikipedia

Synonyms:
(noun) abhorrence, abomination, anathema, animosity, animus, antagonism, antipathy, aversion, bete noire, black beast, bother, bugbear, destination, detestation, disgust, dislike, dog-eye, enmity, execration, frost, grievance, gripe, hatred, horror, hostility, ill will, irritant, loathing, malevolence, malignity, mislike, nasty look, nuisance, objection, odium, pain, rancor, rankling, repugnance, repulsion, resentment, revenge, revulsion, scorn, shudders, spite, trouble, venom

(verb)abhor, abominate, allergic to, anathematize, be loath, be reluctant, be sorry, can't stand, condemn, curse, deprecate, deride, despise, detest, disapprove, disdain, disfavor, dislike, disparage, down on, execrate, loathe, nauseate, object to, recoil from, scorn, shudder at, shun, spit upon, spurn

-Thesaurus.com
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Okay, so we've got some of the scholarly stuff out of the way, now let's get more to the heart of the matter. Why I hate.

I hate because:
-I can.

-it's fun. Especially when the hatee doesn't even know they're being hated.

-it's good for the complexion. You can't keep all that vitriol bottled up inside and not expect to get a zit or two.

-I'm fucking GOOD at it!

-there are so many fuckers on this piddly little planet worthy of being hated.

-I like it. It gives me something to do while reloading.

-You have to work VERY hard to be a good hater. So many people are way to pedestrian in their hating, it gauls me.

-Only a very few people have ever achieved greatness historically with their hate: Atilla, the Jews (circa 30 AD), William the Conqueor, the Christians (specifically Catholics, circa the Dark Ages, i.e The Crusades), Robespierre, Napoleon Bonaparte, Hitler, Chairman Mao, Mr. Stalin, Joseph McCarthy, Pol Pot, David Duke, Ted Bundy, Slobadon Milosevic, Khaddafi, Gary Ridgeway, and the Republican Party, to name but a few...

-it can increase sexually performance and orgasm enjoyability (cf. the "Grudge-Fuck"). Sometimes, I get a hardon just thinking about my hate!

-it helps keep my sinuses clear.

-it's better than coffee to get you started in the morning, and better than exercise to leave you feeling exhausted at the end of the day.

-despite what some monkeys would have you believe, it is NOT the opposite of love, antipathy is. Hate, is simply love, turned on its side.

-it doesn't requite I leave the seat up on the toilet. In fact, it demands I don't!

-it's wonderfully versatile: I can do it by myself, with a friend or even in a large group of strangers. I can do it in a car sitting in traffic, in a bar after 10 shots of vodka, talking to loved ones on the phone, or while helping the retarded kid up off the floor.

-it's my superpower. And I use it when ever, where ever and how ever I fucking want.

-it's a hobby AND a vocation.

-it goes well with Hubris.

-it keeps me warm at night while it digests my internal organs and speeds up the aging process.

-it's a useful device in the evolutionary process. There's no better tool for effecting political, cultural, economic or intellectual change.

-it fits better than a $1,000.00 hand made Italian suit.

-it washes away the pain and ignominiousness of failure or defeat.

-when passed on to others effectively, it makes a great dietary supplement and works wonderfully as motivator of both men and women.

-if nurtered and cared for properly, you never have to worry about it cheating on you, stealing your money or washing down the drain.

-you don't have to worry about it getting confiscated at the airport or while crossing international borders.

-it's really easy to borrow someone else's hate if you leave yours on the nightstand.



Actually, I could go on for another 27.38 hours in this vein, but I need to save up my daily allotment of juicy hatey-ness for some social activities later this evening. Suffice to say, these are just a few of the reasons why I love hate so much.

Not that you asked. And not that I care.

I should have been a plumber.

So the New Guy comes in to my cell here at the Ranch this morning with this interesting question:

"So what do you think the significance is when a doctor mentions his patient has a 'prominent cervix' twice in his records?"

Well, luckily he caught me pretty early in the day, before I'd had to dance with any of my Adversaries, so I was only mildly irritated at the interruption. As a result, I took advantage of the "training opportunity" to educate this good intentioned underling.

Now the kind of work we do here at the Ranch doesn't often involve the tasty tidbits of the female of the species, so I was wondering what the point was in the first place. I mean, other than sharing this observation in a juvenile form or male bonding, he should have seen the references, read them, and then moved on. These particular notes have no real bearing on the task I had assigned him. But here he was, and I was obligated to provide a thoughtful and considerate response.

So I pulled out the heftiest medical tome I have sitting handy. It's quite a nice resource, what with a great amount of information presented and a copious number of detailed drawings and diagrams of various parts of the human body and its various parts for further clarification. And I looked up "cervix" to see if there was any mention of the significance of a "prominent cervix."

Well, there was the standard definition which described this particular piece of anatomy one would expect in a resource such as this. But in addition, there was a very detailed drawing which showed, in great detail, the cross section of a female's anatomy from about mid-belly down to mid-thigh, and which provided a very clear representation of the location, size and function of said cervix. I pointed this out to the New Guy, and he observed, while pointing to the diagram with his finger:

"So that's where the eggs float down."

Now, a little background for you Friends and Neighbors: This guy is a married man in his mid 30's with a 5 year old son, and another baby on the way. So I'm thinking he should know better. But, I take it easy on him. Remember, I haven't had to go to war yet this morning. So I explain (trying not to sound condescending, which is pretty much impossible for me):

"No, the cervix is the opening to the uterus that the sperm swim through after being deposited into the vaginal canal. The egg "floats" down the Fallopian tube to the uterus where it gets fertilized by the sperm. Once fertilized, it attaches to the uterine lining and grows into happy, healthy baby."

"Oh," he says. "I see." He seems to actually have learned something here...

"Didn't you ever go to your sex ed class, New Guy?" I asked playfully?

"No, not really. Or I wasn't paying enough attention, I guess. Thanks."

And as he's walking out of my cell, I make one last comment:

"Well, when you spend as much time as I have, face first in all that goodness, it pays to know what's going on with the plumbing. You might want to keep that in mind if you want to keep that good looking wife of yours happy for the next 20 years."


I can't wait to meet his wife at the Ranch's next function...

Nothing to see here, please move along...

As the title suggests, there's nothing to see here. I've been so completely and thoroughly fucked lately, that I haven't had the time or inclination to fuck around wasting my time here. There has been so much shit going on that I can assure you, without the slightest bit of doubt, the cauldron of Hate is close, oh so veeeerrrrrryyyyyy close to reaching the boiling point. And trust me when I say this Friends and Neighbors, when it does finally reach critical mass, there will be some serious purging the likes of which few have ever seen before in history.

Now don't get me wrong: I'm not talking about a "purge" in the sense that my friends Mr. Stalin or Chairman Mao would approve. Nor am I making some sort of quasi-vieled reference to pulling a "Huff," (as in: Kyle Huff, Seattle's most recent favorite son). No, I'm talking about...

Actually, I don't really know what the fuck I'm talking about. I just know that I don't want my previous post to be at the top of my "underpants" in the event I don't get back here again soon.

That just would not sit well with closest and dearest companion, Hubris. And let me tell you, Hubris is a cruel master who has been whipping me pretty severely, lately.

Fucking prick.