WHY YOU BE SO HATIN?
A quick note- I've been pre-posting more and more articles to get ready for a vacation. If you notice, they'll be about a week out from when I've written them.
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Mohave Rat, bless him for providing a needed counterweight to my more shrill and hysterical ideas, was wondering why we get so worked up about historical injustices ( notice how I slyly included all of you into my
fear and paranoia
fueled hatreds ). After all, they are over and done with and will remain with us long after we are dead. Now, I’m not saying this isn’t a valid point, because it certainly is. Dead asshats screwed us, current asshats continue that fun and profitable game. Same as it ever was, nothing changes. History never repeats but it sure does rhyme. But, knowing it doesn’t matter certainly won’t keep me from ranting and raving anyway. Why? Because that is just the way I’m
wired
mentally. And because that is the way I do things, I shall now proceed to go into excruciating depth about it. Now, keep in mind I’m talking in generalities here. When I say we do things A way or B way, I don’t mean to imply that there aren’t AB or BA ways. It just makes this topic a bit easier to talk about and reduces the length, which I’m sure you’ll be grateful for. Ready?
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A lot of folks don’t worry about crap. They shrug off things they can’t control, and enjoy life. Usually one day at a time. In general, they are doers, or actors. A lot of different folks worry incessantly. They are constantly looking at problems from every angle, a dog chewing on a long dry and tasteless bone. This gives them the illusion that if they can figure out the problem they can take steps to avoid it. In general, they are analytical, or thinkers. Not to say that actors are stupid or that thinkers are smart all the time. But some people can turn off the voice and act, and others are paralyzed with the voice constantly yakking away, prohibiting action until it is all talked out. Now, it would seem silly that you would have a brain wired this way, since in a dangerous situation, you want to be able to
attack 
or run, not freeze up. So, as I usually have a theory about pretty much everything, here is my take on that. A certain percentage of the population, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t that big, acts as the
Big Thinkers
( again, they don’t have to be intelligent, just dedicated to worrying problems ). This allows them to research and chronicle and disseminate ideas. Perhaps they are full of crap. It doesn’t matter. Because they are wired to worry, and usually for no good reason until far into the future, they voluntarily do this labor which can eventually benefit society. Because most folks act, and don’t delve too deep, busy acting as it were. Now, usually, these Deep Thinkers are looked on as
crackpots
, paranoids, what have you. But when the time is right for their idea, there it is, regardless of the situation.
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Let’s say that it is time to overthrow a
tyrant
. Look a bit, and you’ll find someone who spend thirty years researching all the injustices of the
royal family
. Most people, not much affected until then, never cared or paid attention. They were busy farming and building barrels and
drinking beer
from barrels or slaying infidels ( who were chronicled as potential infidels long before it was needed, I’m sure ). Yet, when it is needed, when otherwise the wealth hoarding would start a
famine
, the potential mob finds a logical, already researched reason to attack and overthrow the king. I’m not saying the mob understands all the details. Mobs are stupid for a reason, they are there to act, not think. But the mob is taught the pertinent points and reacts. The worrier, the thinker, never incited a riot. The riot would never happen until it needed to. Because riots and mobs are the only way the masses can successfully redress overzealous leaders negative actions. Not by logical reasoning, although there must be a logical premise behind the grievance, but by thoughtless violence and hatred. Otherwise, how could they act so terrifying that
the regime
could be toppled?
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While fear certainly plays a part, it can’t be a primary motivation for this thinker. Fear paralyzes. Fear muddles thinking. But hate, ahh, hate is forever. Hate fuels. Hate sharpens. Hate is a wonderful elixir. It motivates. I love hate. It is how I cope. It doesn’t bother me, however. I have a very cordial relationship with my hate. Because I don’t act on it, it doesn’t pose any kind of social functioning problem for me. I’ll never
blow up a train
or burn a police station. Because I don’t have to. Hate alone satisfies me. I’m not a thinker/actor, just a thinker. Oh, he’ll come along one day. He’ll read my drivel, or that of another, whichever author satisfies his reason to act, and he’ll lead the mob of actors. And I’ll vicariously bathe in the action. I hate wife #2, but I’d never do anything against her. I am satisfied just loathing her. It makes the smaller paycheck easy to contemplate. If she were to meet a gruesome and untimely death, I’d celebrate. Then focus my hatred on something else entirely.
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Why should this make me a freak or an undesirable member of society? I’m the
perfect victim
. I don’t plan on turning postal at middle age. I just seethe and mumble under my breath, and while I never allow the injustice to be forgotten, I do absolutely nothing about it except to share my sense of injustice. And please understand very carefully, I wouldn’t want anyone to act on anything I complain about.
Acts of vengeance
do not satisfy me. The actual act of hating does. To me, it doesn’t matter if justice is ever served, beyond a few seconds of gloating. I just go back to hating elsewhere, so there is no point in action. It is just the way I’m wired. My purpose, if you can pinpoint one, is just to worry about the details of why. To me, it is the equivalent of taking apart an engine. The motivator is hate. The end result is up to others. I simply don’t much care. If you ignore my hate, fine. If you take my hate and use it to identify a
potential enemy
and take steps to avoid being victimized, I’ll feel a bit better but it won’t necessarily motivate me like just hating does.
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And I have made this into a social good. Some will listen, be careful, and survive. I hate on the Fed and all who served it and profited from it, I tell you, you take all your wealth out of intangibles, and you don’t starve. My hatin was good. I’m not trying to get anybody to burn the bank, just withdraw the money from it and buy real wealth. I’m not evil, just a messenger motivated in a way that might make polite society a bit nervous.
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As Wind in Dry Grass by H. Grant Llewellyn
excerpt
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A Big Sloppy kiss going out to my blogger buddy. THE BISON. Thank you for your friendship.
I don't think I would ever climb up in a tower with a rifle(bad leg) but I understand why people do. I would never hit a woman, but I understand how Mr. Hand turns into Mr. Fist.
That movie line about "hate keeping you warm" is true. So do plump girls.HA HA HA. I kill me! ugh-hic ha ha...
your friend,
the rat
My goal is to try and die of old age around mid to late 80's or more.
One of the enjoyments of middle age is seeing enemies over the year
hit the wall so to speak, or just royally screw up. Now they have to eke out and existance of quite desperation or noe at all. Not genteel like James Dakin reading and thinking about many of better books of the Western World while staying in good shape or spiritual like really living the seasonal changes.
Same as with with our wonderful government. Just read Dakin, Orlov and the Woodpile report are my top three. Greer and Kunstler write well and and and have alot of valid insights. But if you you cant afford to go wrong stick the the top 3.
Life is really rather fun, it is a ringside seat at the real games.
For a moment there I thought I was reading an old Gearge Carlin bit. No, just a justification and reassurance that I'm not wired that different myself. Now the hate for me has been categorized into three seperate areas of thought. Revengeful hate, superiority hate, and my favorite, resentful hate. All of which can occupy most of my time if I should choose to wallow in it. Oh how I love to chew on it, then spit it out, or wait until it goes through me and flush it down the toilet. I'll have to try it sometime with some hot sauce on it.
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