Look, I don't know whether hate is good/bad, right/wrong, better/worse. OK? If you've been reading this blog, you'll know that I've been grappling with the distinction between anger and hate because I've been told that anger can sometimes be acceptable but that hate is never acceptable. But let's put that aside for the moment and contemplate upon the following case for hate from Life of Riley
I can’t help it, I’m still stuck with the same passions I had way back when…when I discovered what capitalism was –and still is, because any number of reforms won’t change it much at all. Essentially it is still the same as it was I first came to hate it.
So that’s my word of advice: you gotta hate and hate passionately. That’s the knack. You have to have something festering inside you, a driving hatred that won’t flinch otherwise all the ideals in the world aren’t worth a brass razoo.
Sorry, but that's how it is.
Maybe you’re shocked. “I can’t do that! I’m not like that.” Then more’s the pity. If you can’t hate the systematic slaughter of the people of Iraq for the sake of a few more cheaper barrels of oil then I must ask you to take your misery elsewhere for the company it craves.
Peace on earth? Goodwill to all men? No thanks. Bring the troops home and I may consider it.
Ok, let's have your feedback. Don't be backward in coming forward now, you hear?