@Finn dAbuzz,
Finn dAbuzz wrote:I have hated two people in my adult life and none of them are A2K members.
One was my uncle who, I am certain, murdered my father and then leeched of my alcoholic mother (his sister) for ten years
until she literally froze to death because he couldn't be bothered to earn the house, car and weekly stipend she provided him and check up on her on.
The other was a woman I worked with who tried, unsuccessfully, to destroy my career, and by extension my life.
No, sex played no part in the matter unless it had to do with the fact that I laughed out loud once at a pathetic
attempt to be seductive...with someone other than me.
My uncle, died an agonizing death due to cancer.
My co-worker lost her job and custody of her child.
Karma
I didn't feel even a tiny bit of sympathy for either of them,
which tells me I really hated them.
It puzzles me that u rely upon
that source for information qua your own emotions.
Don 't u have
DIRECT mental
observation of your own emotions,
the same way that u know when u have a toothache or when u feel
HAPPY ??
The most
impassioned hatreds of my life were against the Kennedys,
because I believed that as a result of their
liberal failures to defend
adequately from the communists, in time, communist tanks 'd come
cranking down my street and that I 'd need to put a gunshot into
my mother 's head and then into my own, unless I wanted to take
my chances in fighting hopeless odds against the communists.
I suspected that the Kennedys, and the other
liberals
with whom thay surrounded themselves, harbored a secret love of communist slavery.
Every nite was hell, watching the news during the Kennedy Administration.
There was no end of
ineffably egregious offenses and indignities against Americanism.
My point is that I very, very clearly felt that passion in my gut,
so intensely -- it was unhealthy. I 'm lucky I didn't get apoplexy.
At the end of November of 1963, my friends were asking me
if I just got back from Dallas; thay
ALL knew how I felt.
Find Abuzz,
it perplexes me that anyone does not
have full and direct knowledge of his passionate emotions.
Will u be good enuf to
explain
how this
doubt, this
uncertainty, this
lack of knowledge can
EXIST ?
Note that in service to the idea of good mental hygiene:
I have abandoned my hatred of the Kennedys
(tho I still don't think much of them, along with Marx, Engles, Hitler,
Mussolini n Jeff Dahmer)
David