I Don’t Belong Here: Justify My Hate

“When I started reading the articles I knew exactly what I was going to get. Doug was going to write about sports. Marc was going to be all philosophical and use a lot of big words I have to look up. And you were going to justify your hatred.”

- Attila Szendrodi

In today’s touchy-feely atmosphere, hate is considered awful. Truly, truly awful. But this is because “hate” has such a narrow and negative connotation. Basically when you think of hate, you think of some redneck, neo-Nazi, inbred hillbilly who is expressing his distaste for Negroes and homosexuals.

Or, you think of this song:

And hate, applied to personal individuals because of what group they belong to, is dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. It gives the good, honest, necessary hate a bad name.

Wait. “Good, honest, necessary hate?”

Blasphemy!

But hate is an emotion, and like all emotions it is best to listen to it. Not to blindly follow, but definitely to hear it out. Emotions are just another way your nervous system is trying to tell you something.

Hate is telling you, change. Do something. Move somewhere else. Better yourself. Or destroy something. Remove it. Some form of change. Hate is the enemy of stagnation. Hate is the antidote to entropy.

I just needed a picture.

Many of the things we have done, the things we have built, they weren’t done out of love. They were done out of hate.

We saved fires and kept them going because we hated being cold. Then we learned to start our own fire because we hated when it when out. We started building houses because we hated being rained on. We developed agriculture because we hated hunting and gathering. It certainly wasn’t because we loved planting shit.

Nooo, we have slaves for that.

This isn’t to say that hate is a valid replacement for love. Love is very important too. Love is the fabric of the universe. Everything you do, you should do with love and through love. Love is very important. So is hate. You need them both. That’s why you hate the sin but love the sinner.

Yer darn tootin'!

Noel Rogers is standing outside your bedroom window, masturbating furiously.