What do I hate? Sprite’s Keeper’s Spin Cycle is on the topic of hate. After reading some of the other posts regarding this topic, it got me thinking about true hate. Do I know hate? Have I felt real hate?
As the oldest of five children, all one year apart, I can honestly say that we all experienced hate. Put five rambunctious children; keep them closed up in a tiny house, always hungry, playing and arguing constantly with each other. Add to the mix a dog, a cat, and a bird flying around and you have chaos. The four girls had to share everything, clothes, shoes, socks and coats. Four girls eyeing the same outfits or stealing clothes from each other and it’s a recipe for knock down, drag out fights, with lots of hair pulling, name calling, clothes tearing and lots of tears. (Go ahead pull my hair. My scalp doesn’t feel a thing. Mega Scalp.) By the time I was eight years old, I knew my sisters hated me. They kept telling me so.
Now don’t let this Lord of the Flies situation get you down. It is so true that there is a fine line between love and hate. But I have to admit, that as a child, I experienced great love and great hate when it came to my siblings. I wailed at my mom many times, “Why didn’t you stop having babies after me?!”
But do I hate as an adult? Like many of you, I do not hate individuals. People can be misguided, sick, ignorant, ridiculous, blinded, dramatic or unthinking. People can also be con artists, greedy, unfeeling and prey on their fellow human beings. I do not hate individuals. It’s what they may do as a group that scares me.
Here are a few things I do hate.
Hypocrisy – I can avoid hypocritical individuals. When they come into my life, I run the other way, closing the doors and windows behind me. But massive hypocrisy as I witness in our political system and parties, I truly hate. They all move like schools of fish, first one way then the other, swishing around, changing direction in ethics, speech, and mores. It hurts me to listen to the parroting rhetoric, the propaganda, and the hypocrisy. Have our attention spans become so small that we can’t remember?
Dramatics – I can avoid dramatic individuals. I can avoid the “chicken little” people or the “poor little me” people that dot the landscape with a quick side step or by using the phrase, “You and a thousand other people in your situation.” But mass dramatics as I witness in everyday television is frightening. It’s like a primer for our nation on how to act.
Here you go folks, a little problem, and no big deal, really. Let’s see how to handle it. Oh yes. Blow it out of proportion. Right, have a tantrum. Finger pointing, Excellent. Oh good, make a scene. Let’s make it much bigger than it really is. Did you just call him a bleep? Fantastic. We’ll put you on television. You will be our new national hero!
Oh yea, what was the problem in the first place, inconsequential. No need to correct it. It was just a means to an end, dramatic anarchy and incivility. Don't worry your little pretty heads about it.
When did we become satisfied with the lowest common denominator?
But what I hate is that it has leaked onto our political scene. Why has the high school mentality taken over our politicians? I hate it that the struggle between them is not for our benefit (American people), hasn’t been in many, many years. It’s more like the jocks against the greasers, the Jets against the Sharks, the nerds against the pops, just a struggle for power. They would rather bring each other down instead, taking us down with them.
My, this has truly turned into my own dramatic tirade. I’m going to stop now. Oh believe me there’s more. But the post would probably be way too long. But in my defense if you asked me what I loved, it would take up volumes and volumes.
Gee, reading over my post above, it seems I hate politics. And my friend, you would be right.