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.
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
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.
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.
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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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?