What is it with the ease that everyone tosses around this terrible term?
I mean it used to be, (and here I go sounding one hundred years old again) that if someone started a sentence with “You know what I really hate…” you would lean in to hear this travesty, because not liking something was one thing, but hate took it to the next level so you really wanted to hear this.
Now everyone hates everything.
When did that become the norm and not just the occasional asshole?
I can remember when hate was not a regular fixture in the political arena at all. The Democrats did their thing, then the election process occurred and so on, every four years, as Republicans did their thing and, well you get the picture.
You didn’t hate anybody.
You tolerated them.
On occasion, when reaching across the aisle, you furthered your (er I mean the people’s) interests which is fine, even if that was not your original intention.
Yes, you rolled your eyes and laughed at the comedic parodies of prominent politicians on Saturday Night Live, but somehow, and I don’t know exactly how, the smirks turned to scowls and the funny parodies turned into a desperate attempt at a coup on our nation’s capital.
That’s not funny.
And in the process, people not only started to disagree with other viewpoints or perspectives than their own, but they hated the viewpoints, and by association, the people that espoused them.
That right there is scary.
Speaking for myself, I think the first thing that I really hated was not getting my way.
Spoiled little shit.
So you can throw around the term hater all you want and in this world, and you are probably right, there seems to be nothing but haters when you look around.
Love is so much easier.
I’ll go you one better.
It is fun as hell.
I still have my hippie ideals intact, the same values I espoused in 1972 as I campaigned for Senator George McGovern for President. Peace-Love-Dove and you don’t have to be a genius to realize Make Love Not War is a better deal.
I mean really.
Is our political process irreparably damaged?
How many more attacks on the democratic process before it is irreparably damaged?
This is scary shit people.
And you know he’s waiting there, standing in the wings.
The fucked up part is when our political differences become our swords and shields and dictate our actions:
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
—-Act III Scene II Julius Caesar
And that was said way back when by Shakespeare.
And he smoked opium.
Now I am going to continue to hope my fellow citizens of planet earth can somehow somewhere find a common ground to sit down, have a bowl, crack a cold one, gaze out over the sun as it bounces off the last of the frozen snow clinging to the mountain slopes and figure out how to survive long-term on planet Earth.
Here is my reading of the letter “X” from my book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! and the emotion is xenophobic:
You know what I hate?
I hate haters.