I know, I know, now you don’t like me. If you don’t, you’re not the sort of person I wish to know anyway, so, “darn it.”
I am ok with it. Hate speech I mean. The first amendment grants the right, and I’m afraid that when we start limiting hate speech we set an awful precendent. Also, hate crimes being punished more severely than other crimes is absolutely unamerican.
Part of growing older is hopefully becoming wiser. I haven’t hated anyone or anything in a long time, and I’ve had some run of the mill heinous shit happen to me in my lifetime. Nothing others haven’t gone through and survived. No being dipped into a vat of sulphuric acid by Columbian Drug lords high on crack and bored out of their skulls or anything.
This absence of malice does not however keep me from picking on hillbillies, republicans, liberals, and almost every other socially defineable group at one time or another. For delivery purposes sometimes it sounds absolutely hateful. I could be punished I suppose, and if you happen to know a leggy blonde about so tall with legs up to here let her know I’ve been a bad boy if you would please.
I’m rambling. Surprised? Not if you’ve been here before you aren’t. What I’m working my way around to is hate speech is a good thing. It’s honest, heartfelt, emotion, vociferously delivered in a manner that allows the rest of us to know just what a sorry assed human the speaker is.
An example of this would be poor old George. The hate speech directed at him is as voluminous and colorful as that directed at any president since Truman. It’s not only vitriolic, but as often as not totally untrue, but fortunately protected by the first Amendment. Same goes for the trash falling out of Baracks mouth lately. This is obviously a man in search of a crusade that can make him seem like the rest of the big kids. All it’s shown is that he is bigoted against mass quantities of the human race, and probably is justified in his feelings. To deny him the right to express it would be as wrong as shutting down Daily Kos or White Noise Insanity. They have almost nothing of value to impart to the conversation, but at least they allow us to know who they are.
Just so you don’t think I’m picking on liberals, I read Ann Coulters column today, and while clever, informative, and well written as always, it was just more hate speech spewing from the mouth of an overpublicized pundit. Same goes for the nonsense coming out of O’reilly, Hannity, and the list continues almost forever.
The reason we need hate speech should be obvious. Our nation would stop communicating altogether if we were not allowed charachter assassination and verbal evisceration. Republicans bashing gays, and gays bashing neo-cons. Liberals screaming vitriolic antiwar rhetoric into microphones and besmirching the military, and the military vilifying the lefties. Capitol hill would be the quietest place on the planet. Quieter than an integrated prison, which would be silent as a church mouse.
You see, the truth is we’re not all that gifted individually. Check out the blogworld. How often do you find a post you are really consumed by? Almost never. Hateful is usually more interesting than the sycophantic bullshit, but both forms of insidous stupidity are easy to remove from your daily reading. I for one wish to hell I had a blogroll for work. Just put on the people worth listening to, and be able to not even notice the braindead trogs that are so common. I don’t, so what I do is not converse with those I find repugnant, and that’s the option we all have.
What we do, is hate…either publically or in little private enclaves, we hate each other, and its a beautiful thing. Because that notwithstanding, as a society we remain incredibly successful. All the things that make human beings better than shit tossing monkeys (now the animal lovers hate me) continue to flourish in the midst of all this ire. As we age, for the most part, the hate will go away for most of us. What will be left is maybe a little guilt, and a lot of wisdom about how the rest of society thinks. So if you have it to say, say it. You can start with me. I’d prefer you do it intelligently, but if all you can come up with is honkie, or cracker, or whitey, or whatever the hell…run with it. i don’t mind at all.