Let's talk about hate

Strong is the hatred in your whataboutism. Let it flow through you, let it encompass you, let it weaken your immune system this flu season. . .

AGAIN with the ole "I know YOU are but what am I?" retort. SAD.

Nowisthetime really curb-stomped you the other day about your ignorance of "whataboutism", and you're determined to seek vengeance in your typical manner.
 
AGAIN with the ole "I know YOU are but what am I?" retort. SAD.

Nowisthetime really curb-stomped you the other day about your ignorance of "whataboutism", and you're determined to seek vengeance in your typical manner.

You guys should fuck and get it over with. :)
 
Hate. It's such an overused word. It's true meaning has become blunted.

I hate lima beans. I was just a kid the last time I ate them, so maybe my tastes have changed. Not worth it to me to find out.

Liver and onions are delicious, if prepared properly. I believe the benefits of eating liver outweigh the cons.
 
Hate. It's such an overused word. It's true meaning has become blunted.

I hate lima beans. I was just a kid the last time I ate them, so maybe my tastes have changed. Not worth it to me to find out.

Liver and onions are delicious, if prepared properly. I believe the benefits of eating liver outweigh the cons.

I love lima beans and liver and onions. In fact that sounds pretty good right now. hmmm
 
AGAIN with the ole "I know YOU are but what am I?" retort. SAD.

Nowisthetime really curb-stomped you the other day about your ignorance of "whataboutism", and you're determined to seek vengeance in your typical manner.

Link?

As far as I know Nowisthetime and I have never had a conversation about whataboutism.

I'm pretty sure that's just your white knight privilege talking.
 
I hate getting up in the morning and going to work. I must figure a way to fudge this retirement excel spread sheet so it adjusts to the numbers that allow me to call in dead tomorrow.
 
I hate getting up in the morning and going to work. I must figure a way to fudge this retirement excel spread sheet so it adjusts to the numbers that allow me to call in dead tomorrow.

Try some liver. Almost instant flatline. Or so I heard. Me; I seem to be immune and immoral - er... immorTal.
 
You know how the Conspiracy wraps a wire around your neck and you can't breathe and you get all red in the face? I hate that.
 
It's like eating the stuff that collects in that little basket on top of the sink hole.

Liver is the worst. Guys stop eating the parts that you're supposed to give to the cat.

I hate when you go up on the roof to remove the cover from your wood stove but it's rained for the past EVER and it's COMPLETELY full of rain water, and you don't have cell reception, so you just scream yourself horse, but no one will hear you to help you, or they're ignoring you, and then eventually DO wind up spilling it, getting soot EVERYWHERE, and also being covered in nasty roof-water.
 
Also when you have the one good pen (tm) that just writes so good, so well it's almost meditative, and then you go to take it one day and it's just not there. THAT WAS THE GOOD ONE.
 
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