The most frequent criticism I endure about this blog is my tendency to focus on negative things. I suppose I can understand that. After all, one is not to be faulted for focusing on making his life good and pleasant, and for many, that requires steering clear of a lot of the downer news and comment.
In fact, I’m a bit like that. Seriously. I’ve never read the newspaper regularly in my life. I have only at times regularly watched TV news, and my checking of news sources on the Internet is sporadic. The one place I listen to news with some regularity is the radio, but even there, I can go weeks with it turned to the classic rock station on the FM dial.
I’ve always focused far more on the positive, like now: running a company and starting a second one, buying and managing rental houses, buying and fixing up fixer-upper houses, trading options in the market; and, writing. Writing is a very positive experience for me. I’ve found that the more passionate I can get about it, the better; the more satisfying and uplifting. Moreover, there is no passion quite like hate. I love hate. My wife says I love to hate everything, which is in a sense true about my personality.
People who wring hands about other people who hate are fucking dopes. And, oh, I hate them too.
Anyway, let me dish up some hate for you.
[I]n the ultimate display of
cruelty, a SWAT team member drove a dog trying to flee the home back
into the inferno, where it met an agonizing death.
Deputies then reportedly laughed as the dog’s owners came unglued as it perished in the blaze.
"I was crying hysterically," Andrea Barker, one of the dog’s owners,
tells me. "I was so upset. They [deputies] were laughing at me."
Commentary seems unnecessary. You can read the whole thing, if you’re up to it. My advice is to hate and to hate proudly, with strong moral indignation. Consider that hate has never "eaten away" at anyone. I’ll tell you what eats away, and that’s guilt. So does living a contradiction. If you feel guilty for hating something that ought not be approached any other way, then you ought not feel guilty about hating him, her, them or it. If you do, then you have the added burden of living a contradiction, i.e., feelings of guilt over something natural and right.
One ought never to allow ancient texts, ghost stories, or bogus authorities to instruct in what and what not to feel guilty about. One ought to be able to arrive at such conclusions entirely on one’s own. Human beings ought to be able to do that, anyway.