Spiritually speaking: what do you hate (anything, go on a rant)?

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I've been noticing the trend of "I Hate Videos" on Youtube. Well, I didn't notice, I saw it on Tosh.0 and I thought it would be a good idea to let everyone R&S do the same thing.
Just say what you hate*, all the things.

*To Christians/Muslims/Religious who say you shouldn't hate: hate is just a word, it's a stronger version of "dislike" and you of course dislike things because you're human. So yes, you do "dislike" some things more than others, in other words you "hate" certain things.
Yes, I still live in Pasadena.
Still going to PCC and looking for work. The unemployment here is terrible, the mananger at Burger King has a Bachelor's Degree.
 
I don't believe in hate. I think it's just intense fear and anger. I'm a Buddhist btw.. What makes me angry? Intolerance and ignorance but my anger doesn't do much to change it, it just feeds it. Just my thoughts.
 
Religions.

They are merely a primitive form of government of the living by the dead. They represent enslavement to the ideas of others. And, they generate conflict between their followers and everyone else - over nothingness.
 
Sex trafficking. I'd go on a rant, but I'd run out of room. But I consider myself a modern-day abolitionist, and I want to see slavery in all its forms completely abolished. Sex trafficking is the lowest, most disgusting part of the slave trade, and it must be stopped--crushed, ground into dust, never to rear its ugly head again. If that means castrating every pimp in the world, then so be it. We must free those women and children. I blame the spread of AIDS in India and southeast Asia solely on sex trafficking. No one would get AIDS in those countries if they didn't sleep with prostitutes, and prostitutes wouldn't get AIDS if it wasn't forced on them by men who believe sex with a virgin cures AIDS. "Prostitute" is just a word for "slave" that's used to shift the blame for rape and bondage onto the victim rather than the perpetrator.

So that's what I hate. Sex trafficking. Truly evil and disgusting. Modern day abolitionists unite!
 
Weblogs suck ass. What the fuck is up with this shit? Fuck. Who the fuck cares what these people think about oatmeal or what the UN did last week? Nobody! Who reads these weblogs? Nobody! Maybe fellow weblog authors read each others weblogs out of a sense of desperation...the feeling that if they read someone else's weblog, someone will read theirs. It's kindof like cooperative advertising too, people will cross-post, linking weblog entries to each other's weblogs. How fucking pathetic is that? I hate weblogs. There are so few reasons to keep a weblog, and so many of these are fucking stupid while so few of them are legitimately non-brainfucked. The problem of course, is people. In general, people are fucking stupid, so many of the things they do are fucking stupid. I fucking hate weblogs, they are so fucking stupid.

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Okay, so let's get a little more objective here. Let's pause a moment and reflect on weblogs, what they are, and why they exist.
What is a weblog? Well, a weblog (or 'blog' in the slang of the afflicted) is like a public journal. An autobiography of sorts, a weblog is an intimate look at the thoughts of an individual person, written from the perspective of that person, updated regularly, created as a publicly browsable web page. The first weblogs were created by simple web folk in the late 1990s to keep track of interesting things they found on the web. Basically lists of links, they were a precursor to modern web-news sites like Slashdot.org. Many of these offered personal editorials from their link compilers/authors. These weblogs were pioneering a new idea of personal opinion sites that would someday blossom into a virus like phenomenon of "blogs", where hoards of nobodies regurgitated their every thought into the digital void. At some point in this primordial weblog soup, the online diary emerged onto the scene.

Some of the first really useful "online diary" type sites I remember seeing were created by key software developers of rather famous software projects to announce daily or weekly progress on their work to their eagerly awaiting audiences in an effort to curb the incessant emails asking them for progress reports, current status of bugs, etc. They could simply point these eager beavers to their weblog and tell them to follow along. To facilitate their own weblogs, many developers and webloggers created rudimentary weblog programs that allowed them (and anyone else) to easily create their online diaries; this was another large step toward the weblog explosion. Other legitimate uses of weblogs grew quickly and the distinction between online diary and weblog became less distinct as link lists evolved into internet news sites. Large-scale weblogs tracked the progress of National Geographic teams in the Sahara, the status of international rally races, the daily lives of astronauts; smaller-scale weblogs were created by other celebrity figures in order to reach out to fans/followers. Pretty much anyone who was well-known might have some sort of online diary: models, magazine editors, authors, government figures, celebrities, scientists, even royalty. Along with these, came the copycats. Suddenly, just about everyone decided they too should have an online diary. Enter, the personal weblogger, or "blogger".

Anyone in the computer industry, especially web developers, probably knows someone who has, or has themselves, some sort of online diary. In it, they rant about things that upset them, they swoon over girls/boys they like, they expose their deepest fears and herald their most miraculous events with bold tags and large colored fonts. They evangelize for their favorite computer manufacturers, they list URLs they find interesting, they philosophize on mundane linguistic topics and editorialize on current political issues to, apparently, everyone. Therein lies the catch, of course, for their "audience" is probably, at best, only a couple of pairs of eyeballs and the countless hours they spend at the keyboard typing out their inner thoughts are likely wasted on a couple of readers, whom they will probably never actually meet. So why do they do it?
 
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