I Hate Hate
Arnold Böcklin, Isle of the Dead
Okay. Okay! I get it. You hate conservative gay fascist autistic nimby vegan jewish atheists. I know you do. I see you. I hear you. I acknowledge your existence. And your hate schtick is annoying beyond belief, and it's ineffective.
I want to know what you aim to accomplish with your hate spewing. Are you lamenting the non-existence of the utopia in your head? Are you letting off some steam? Are you trying to persuade your audience? If you know your intentions then you can consider whether there are more effective methods than hating. Keep your north star, I won't deny you that, but try being a little flexible about your route to get there. Or maybe I'm the freak and your impassioned hate earns you scores of acolytes who are eager to spread the bad word. I would sure hate if that were true.
My objection is also aesthetic. Public hating pollutes the public commons. I can practically see the stink lines rising up from my own words here because hating is a low vibrational state. Take that energy and lift up what you love instead.
Okay now it's my turn to theory of mind it. What do I hate? Let me sink into that.
I hate when children don't have the opportunity to be who they are because of poverty. To me, all of the pearl-clutching over children becoming nazis or communists is insincere because if you really cared about kids then you would care about the least among them, the ones who you can move the needle for just a little bit, the impoverished. Stop feeding the culture war and start feeding the children.