Hatred Is The Air I

When You're Indiscriminate In Allowing People To Post, The Loudest And Emptiest Voices Invariably Drown Out Everyone Else.

It Amazes Me That Some People Who Ordinarily Can Recognize Autocratic Bullying, Tacky Sloganeering, And - Especially - Camp Value Are Unable To Spot It In This Hate Scare That Grips The Western World.

There Were People Whom I Considered Friends Or Loved Ones Who Either Abandoned Me Or Betrayed Me In Ways I'd Never Have Suspected. But There Were Others Who Had Been Barely Acquaintances Of Mine Whose Loyalty And Efforts On My Behalf Made Me Realize That Not Everyone Was As Inherently Rotten As I'd Previously Believed. So It Caused A Violent Split In My View Of Humanity - People Turned Out To Be Far Worse And Far Better Than I'd Ever Dreamed Possible.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.

One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get From My Measly Professional Career Is Confusing People.