HATRED ETC

Tucson, Arizona. Daniel Scarpinato’s Saturday Arizona Star political piece noted that in committee, Congresswoman Giffords voted against the inane condemnation of a newspaper ad. Good for her. Okay, when it got to the floor, her math said to vote for the thing.

Anyone with a brain and the luxury of no concern with re-election would either vote against the stupidity or refuse to vote on principle. I dismissed all freshman as having to go with the flow on such nonsense. I find the committee "No" vote encouraging. Daniel’s twist of the switch into a "flip-flop" is just that, a twist.

Our Congress is voting on newspaper ads. Think about that. What GOP hypocritical pussies. I’d love to take out an ad in the same paper and call them a bunch of twats. Using Photoshop I’d populate the entire GOP side of the aisle with bobbing Britney Spear heads, the caption reading, "Bimbo Twats cry about ad that caused boo-boo ouchie poo."

But I digress. Today’s post concerns HATRED. Many are quick to condemn hatred as evil. Such views reflect an understanding of neither. Hatred is a natural and healthy short term response to certain conditions. High octane juice with dangerous possibilities, yes, but hatred in and of itself is not evil.

Love is HOT. Hatred is COLD. If you allow yourself to really feel hatred, and I mean really go there, you’ll notice a cool body sensation, a cool desire for the suffering of one who has caused it. Got a kid? Consider your child raped and tortured to death and you’ll know hatred. It will flow thick and cool through your veins fueling a deep hunger for brutal, primeval justice. In a just world, you would get such justice, and quoting Shakespeare, "There’s the rub."

It doesn't quite work.

Sustained hatred eats the soul, a toxic venom with a particular addictive quality for the feeble mind. The spiritually weak find its nectar useful to support a fractured self image and a desire to place blame elsewhere for one’s condition. George Lucas tapped it in cinema and Adolf Hitler tapped it in politics, strength flowing from darkness. Our current White House commits the same atrocity. Replace Jews, gypsies, homosexuals, and other identified "undesirables" with "terrorists" and take another look at Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib.

Well, Daniel’s piece pointed to something I had not noticed. Tim Bee's "campaign for a campaign" Bee Our Candidate Web site features a set of folks including a supporter who hosts another Web site, I Hate Hillary.com, the latter site a sick piece of work by a right wing nut. First of all, the notion of a site dedicated to the hatred of a single individual is pathological, and second of all, the site sucks. Like another place claiming to "watch" but in fact seeking every opportunity to condemn a single person, the publication is trash.

To make this mean something about Bee is a stretch for now. If Bee manages the myspace site, at some point he will have to answer for who he considers his friends.

Do I hate George W. Bush? No. Perhaps if I got to know Dick Chcney, I could hate him. I hate the corruption they perpetrate. I hate the blatant give-aways to greed mongering monsters, but the hatred of events, concepts, or situations is ancillary psychology to the real bona-fide icicle desire to slowly rip the meat off another person’s bones while they are alive and conscious to SUFFER profusely.

Through spiritual wisdom (the fortunate) or street smart hands on experience (less fortunate), some know that hatred lies. Sweet in concept and tasty at first, the fruit turns bitter. The revenge exacted, the hated brutally vanquished, leaves not fulfillment, but a certain spiritual nausea. Wrongs cannot be made right. The tortured and murdered child cannot be brought back. Mutilating the perpetrator, while perhaps appropriate, does not yield the joy that the hatred promises.

Revenge is best served cold, but its sweetness rings hollow, and its spiritual cost exacts bright blood from the soul.