HATE IS IRRATIONAL

Distance may make the heart grow fonder (whatever that means) but opposition makes the Hate grow STRONGER. If you try to battle Hate with truth or logic you will lose. Hate is crazy.  Hate lives in a house built from screams and eats a bowl of angel dust and nightmares for breakfast. 

Hate is about division and separation. Attacking it with knuckle punches and headbutts is a way of distancing yourself from it. You're hating Hate. It's like trying to drown a fish or eat your own head.

"Oh, so are you trying to say that we should do nothing and allow Hate to exist?" Yeah. Maybe. Hate is a monster composed of a belief. Try to smash a belief with a hammer or blow it up with a bomb and it just spreads like splattered jelly. Try something else. It's only a problem if you make it a problem.

TROLLS + MONSTER MANAGEMENT PT.2

Trolls want to eat you up, so let them... That's if you can spare the time of course.  MONSTERS want to harm you. If you give them what they want, then their "harm" is meaningless. In fact their method of attack exposes their vulnerability.  Trolls want to chew up your good emotions. Why? Because they suck and don't have any themselves. So give them those sexy good emotions. Give them too much.

Just like a reality TV star trying to make music, monsters want to be taken seriously. Allowing them to and laughing at their attack is a major blow to their monster ego. So much so that it may kill them.

"To reduce someone's influence, first expand it;
To reduce someone's force, first increase it;
To overthrow someone, first exalt them;
To take from someone, first give to them."  
Tao Te Ching: Chapter 36


Next Problem...

TROLL + MONSTER MANAGEMENT PT.1

Trolls may talk a lot of trash and look kinda scary but they're pretty harmless. They're like clumsy babies knocking down sandcastles at the beach.  They aren't capable of building or creating anything and they're stumbling around eating and destroying stuff other people made. Trolls like sucking up time. Getting mad at them won't do any good unless you want to get eaten. Which might not be that bad. Their bites only hurt if you're thin skinned or haven't done your mental pushups.

MISERY IS CONTAGIOUS

A strong emotion... sorry, I mean MONSTER like Hate can turn a zombie into a troll. Zombies don't have their own brains. They don't don't wear flashy war helmets. They have no protection against Hate's emotionally transmitted disease. When Hate whispers in their ear or slobbers all over their face, they become big bellied, destructive trolls.

People like to give whatever emotions they got. So happy people go about trying to happy up the place  while miserable people like to doo-doo on everything.  Therefore by the powers invested in me and the Spartan Buddha Council of Boldly Declaring Things, I now pronounce trolls miserable. Or bad comedians.  If you're around one make sure to wear your war helmet. You don't want to get sick.

HATE IS BLINDING

Hate makes you act like a douche. It creates division. Us vs. them.  Red states vs. blue States. Cats vs. dogs. Horse-shit vs. bull-shit.

Hating something is like having your head up your own ass. You can't see what's really going on because you're neck deep in rectum. You're blind.

When you make something sacred and special and all angelic you also create it's opposite. That opposite is the evil, vile thing you hate and want to gossip badly about with your friends.  You're blind to see that  things are just... things. It doesn't matter what side you're on or where you were born or deity you were raised to believe. We're all in the same toilet bowl. We all get flushed eventually.

Unless you're a Martian or other space alien. Then get the fuck off my planet.

MEMORIES HURT

As you read this, right now, this moment, everything is alright. Trust me. If you don't then go call a doctor or Captain Planet. You are alive. You are using technology that was IMPOSSIBLE 100 years ago and you have the ability to read. Not everyone can say that. Everything is okay. All the nightmares you have and soap opera, social doomsday drama you've prophesied about isn't happening right now.  It may of happened a second ago but that second has already passed. It's done. So is all the nonsense that happened to you when you were a kid.  Like the time you shit yourself in the office cafeteria... I mean kindergarten lunch room. Get over it.  Next Problem...

MURDER PROVES NOTHING (Why I Talk to Jehovah's Witnesses)

Killing something, whether it's a person or an idea, reveals an infected gash in your mental armor. There's a whole bunch of different reasons why people kill stuff, some are reasonable, some are just finger-licking crazy, but all show that you feel threatened.

Killing doesn't mean you're a badass. It means you're scared.

I used to run from talking to religion peddlers, whether they knocked at my door or cornered me at the mall.  I was certain that our views differed and I didn't want to end up in a verbal cagefight. I would kill the conversation immediately like they were begging me for money.  But then I realized that my thoughts and ideas didn't mean SHIT if I couldn't defend them against opposition.

At first I was worried about being right or wrong, like it determined whether I'd get to wear a golden crown or be thrown down a well. But then I was concerned with the truth. There wasn't a need to duct tape anyone's mouth or brainwash someone into believe what I thought.  I didn't give a shit.

People can hurt my body or my ideas all they want but the truth is bulletproof.

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ZOMBIES HELP HATERS

When the Jersey Shore TV show first came out, like everyone else, I hated it and thought it was trashy. The funny thing though was that I hated it without even watching a minute of it. All I saw was a commercial of Snooki getting fist punched in the face (which I would normal LOVE). It was pretty easy to be against it because a lot of people I talked to were. I heard things from other people that supposedly watch it, how the show made them feel stupider or gave them visual STDs.  I blindly believed them.

Then I got curious.  I decided to subject myself to a potentially horrible, rancid hour of television and watch it for myself.

I thought it was hilarious and yet STILL trashy.  But 1) it was MY thought and 2) I remembered that I liked "trash". I was off the ZOMBIE bandwagon (for the moment).

Besides possibly being a brainless corpse, what does it really mean when a person hates something that has nothing to do with them or know nothing about?