More Hate

I hate that organized racists and bigots have become known as "hate groups." Why? Are they not hateful? Yeah, but they're mainly stupid and evil. The bible instructs us to "hate what is evil." Most of these imbeciles have interpreted that as "hate women and gays and anyone who's not white." Because there were so many white people in the bible. And what's more, they only went to church for their moms, who they especially hate.

So I'm taking back hate for good. I hate that the KKK has rebranded themselves as "the alt right." I can't even listen to "alternative" music anymore without cringing wondering if some Klansy youngling is also blasting that Simon and Garfunkel cover by effing Disturbed in his Dodge Charger, fully believing it's new shit. Ew.

I want to extend whatever the opposite of an olive branch is to anyone who also wants these fools to drive off a bridge before things get really bad again.

My mom has a sister who's a year and a day older than her. They're best friends. My aunt's husband was a member of the KKK. He was an alcoholic, beat my aunt and molested my cousins and me. The saddest thing is that they don't remember. They still love him. He died of ALS several years ago. Good riddance.

I forget when exactly I found out or who told me now, but my mother swears she didn't know. She did know he was abusive though. I spent countless nights at their house. The people they rented it from were my babysitters. My babysitter was a mean woman. I can't help but wonder why in the hell nobody bothered to get my aunt and cousins away from him. After all, they're two of nine siblings, which means there were six other living people who could've done something about it (one of my aunts had already passed away...likely the only one who would've killed his ass).

When I envision my childhood, it's painted in dingy lamplight filter when it comes to this stuff, like a cheap motel without overhead bulbs. Same smell. Nasty shag carpet. Milk I never liked. Rejected bologna. Cereal I spit on the floor so my babysitter picked it up and shoved it back in my mouth, trapped in a high chair my legs were too long for. Shut screaming in a dark bathroom. Thanks for turning the book right-side-up, bitch. You needed the paycheck, huh? Oh no, you broke your paddle.

*Exhales* who else has a difficult time accepting answers like, "The past is in the past" and "You just need to be the bigger person and let it go"?

Fuck that. Fuck that hard. If you witness anything like the recent gay bashing in Montrose of all places because these white polo wearing fuckwads were hunting, yes HUNTING, to stand up to them. Call the police. Fire a bullet. I don't care. Just help eradicate this new generation of abusers from the population. Prevent them from teaching the children who are tragically under their influence to carry on their fucked up legacy.

If you hear a neighboring child crying constantly and you have a bad feeling, report it. If you know someone is being hurt, do something about it.

I am afraid to date in this city now. I am afraid to reproduce. I still somehow have the capacity to ideally almost want to but ideals make me feel too fuzzy for safety.

We need to band together and stomp this out. I read in a book about angels and demons a phrase that stuck with me: There are more for us than there are against us.

Hate what is evil. Right now, we're just giving them free publicity. Talk about it amongst yourselves. Be Debbie Downers. Stop laughing til evil people can't join in. Nothing is funny until they're all dead and gone.