Tuesday Hatred: Dereliction of Duty
I hate it when Ben forgets to do the hatred. I hate that my primary shoes so easily pick up salt stains, particularly (weirdly enough) the right shoe of the pair. I’ve decided, however, that since I’m going to be doing such a huge amount of walking in Kalamazoo next quarter, I’m just going to wear them until they wear out rather than buying new for now. I hate the inconsistency in how seriously homeowners in Kalamazoo take their duty to clear their sidewalks. I hate how frequently they allow their dogs to shit in the middle of the sidewalk, too, without picking it up.
I hate the thought of being unjustly foreclosed on — reading the nightmare accounts of the person who got foreclosed despite having paid for their house in cash and therefore not having a mortgage at all, or the various accounts of renters whose homes are foreclosed out from under them (shouldn’t the bank have to respect the lease?!), often makes me viscerally angry in a way that only abject injustice can. The vast overreactions of police officers to peaceful protest can also do that to me. Seeing quasi-militarized police squadrons facing down a bunch of kids in jeans and t-shirts is just appalling. I hate those situations where a powerful person is in the wrong and you know with absolute certainty that they will never pay anything like a price proportionate to the damage they’re causing.
I hate the continued existence of the fillibuster in the Senate. I hate that there are people who fear democracy might be harmed if an already disproportionate legislative body was forced to operate under bizarre and unheard-of “majority vote” rules. I hate that things probably wouldn’t be that much better if the fillibuster were abolished, though. I hate that Democrats insist on making preemptive capitulations to try to prevent Republicans from criticizing them, whne it’s been clear for decades that the Republicans are comfortable with simply lying or making shit up.
I hate my prodigious ability to waste time on the internet. I hate that I nonetheless seem to get a ton of stuff done despite this habit — surely I should somehow suffer for wasting time. And I do suffer, whenever I let myself get drawn into a dumb argument. I hate how hard I find it to resist responding when people seem to be missing my point, as though understanding The Adam Kotsko Position is a really important thing. At the same time, everyone’s constantly telling me how clear my writing is, so this persistence of misunderstanding is difficult for me to accept. I try! Or at least I try to try.
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