Tuesday, August 29, 2006
(12:12 AM) | Anonymous:
Tuesday "Freaking" Hatred
I hate Bill Maher. I hate his voice. I hate his hairstyle. I hate his routines. I hate all of the propaganda that touts him as an important national figure. He is a combination of Bill O’Reilly, and an even uglier Hugh Hefner, in the mode we call “want-to-be.” He is singularly unfunny. If anything, he is consistently unpleasant. How his career has advanced to the point that he has a show with HBO, is beyond me. He should be shunned, and HBO should be ashamed.I hate my car horn. It is of the bzzz-beep type. It falls far short of the air-compressor-backed-semi-truck-trailer horn. How am I to accurately express a warning, or my rage, when my automobile horn-sound does not correspond to the depth of my anger? At least it isn't one of the "AYE-YOOOOH-GUH" horns. Then again, having one of those horns would be pretty funny.
I hate "professional" networking. If I wanted to sell myself, in any way, I’d be a prostitute.
I hate Tom Cruise. I hate seeing his face on magazine covers in grocery store checkout lanes. I hate to catch even a glance of his name on the news-websites that I frequent. I hate the inevitability of me purchasing a magazine if Tom Cruise is on the cover. I hate that I take the magazine home, tear out all of his pictures, affix them to my naked body (with a harsh adhesive, of course), and cut myself with a box cutter, as if I were tattooing the sun, in prison.
Where there is hate, there may also be love.
