I hate traffic jams. I hate rap music (using the term 'music' very loosely). I hate warm beer. I really hate warm beer. I hate materialistic chicks. I hate dirty bong water. I hate white guilt. I hate tools that are cheap and shitty. I hate spiders. I hate the smell of incense. I hate tomatoes. I hate seeing rust on a rifle. I hate being cold. I hate butt zits. I hate McDonalds
You know what I'm talking about. Stupid shit like the ridiculously named tactical shorts and pants and tactical socks, to the beyond ridiculous tactical pen, tactical cleaning kit, tactical iPhone case, tactical scarf and tactical cap. Then we have all the stupid zombie bullshit like Hornady's over-priced and stupid ass ZombieMax ammo, the stupid fucking $24,000 "zombie extermination" kit, and the stupidest fucking waste of valuable gun-show-booth space I have ever heard of. I can't believe G&A's editors actually had the balls to title their slideshow, "Awesome Zombie Gear from Shot Show 2012." How embarrassing. I wouldn't want my name anywhere near that shit! First of all it's not awesome. Unless by awesome you mean it's fucking ridiculous and mind-numbingly stupid! It's also completely over-priced crap with a fucking stupid ass picture of a zombie on it and sold at an insanely inflated markup. Anyone that dumps a bunch of money on this garbage should go to the doctor and make sure they aren't already dead, because they're obviously brain dead!
But I digress...
What I really hate is not having success in finding a more powerful and accurate word than hate to describe what I feel towards The Kenyan in Chief and his FUGLY bitch slob of a wife, the communist cocksuckers in his administration, and basically all liberals and democrats in general. The bottom line at the end of the day is that these liberal fucking scumbags are the mortal enemies of The United States, our Constitution, our liberty, and our freedom. There is no question about it. Mortal. Enemies.
So for the time being, "despise" might be a descent alternative to using "hate", but it doesn't even come close to anywhere near to having the effect I want it to have. I guess it will have to do since it's 2:00 a.m. on the left coast, I've lost count of today's empties a few beer-hours ago, and I'm tired as fuck! I'll have to continue in my search for a better word some other day. In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to let Sepultura express it for me. It's also a good remedy if you had to listen to MC Cooncracker in the post below. It cleared me right up!