We are constantly told that hate is wrong.  I disagree.  I find that hate and anger are better than love and happiness.  The truth is that hate and anger are stripped of the confines of wearing masks.  The truth is that happiness and love are false ideologies that allow people to pretend that they are good people and never force them to accomplish anything useful in the world.  We’ve all seen it.  We see it every single time some meaningless little prick says, “I’m sorry” even though we know in our heart of hearts that this creature has no clue why he or more likely, she, is suppose to be sorry, or for that matter even has reason to be sorry.  These gelatin molds of human waste have been trained to believe that compassion and love and happiness all revolve on the same merry-go-round of human emotions.  But the truth is that they have no idea what the fuck is going on in their own heads, let alone in the heads of those around them.  They’re lost and foolish.  How dare they pretend to have emotions for me about a situation with their phony I’m sorry.  How dare they pretend to even understand my situation!  What’s worse is that in a correct society where a person had be held responsible for their actions, saying sorry would have to have meaning.  But since humans are now only responsible to the court of law and not to each other, then they have no need to actual feel sorry about the actions the do onto others.  Why should they?

 

The problems always begin with simple situations.  Like not having any coffee in the pot at 7-11 when I get there: “Hey there’s no more coffee”, “I’m sorry”.  Bullshit he’s sorry.  He’s should be sorry that he’s over forty and having to wear a smock that smells like dried beer and shitty chili, not sorry that I didn’t get a cup of coffee.  Instead of being sorry for it he should be standing at the machine making sure that the next guy coming through the door has some coffee.

 

My wife calls a doctor to ask questions on her condition, the lady who probably just graduated from Devry Institute with a degree in “Running the Front Office” gives my wife the old Insurance run around, “You have an HMO?”, “Yes”, “We don’t accept HMOs”, “I just wanted to ask a few questions”, “I’m sorry”.  Empty, meaningless twit!  I don’t care if she’s sorry, and frankly, she’s not!  She has no moral responsibility to feel sorry.  She has nothing to loose by not saying it, therefore she has nothing to loose by saying it!  It’s her own selfish idiocy, raised in a socialist society of other twits that don’t grasp the idea that everyone is just like them and that we all have feelings and we all get scared and worried.  Buy why should this office receptionist understand all that?  She’s never had a reason to, never had a purpose in the universe, our system has informed her that she has ‘rights’ to all that she dreams.  No one need feel anything, the system makes sure of that.

 

Let’s get something crystal clear.  It is apparent that our culture is not teaching that words have meanings and meanings have purpose.  “Sorry” means that you did something that you should feel ashamed for.  It means that you should want to mend your way, to change, to alter the situation and therefore apply some sort of moral retribution.  When I say I’m sorry it is after I’ve decided to make an alteration in my life, something that I could feel would justify me saying I’m sorry.  But when other people say it they do so because it’s socially expected of them and it cares no weight, no meaning, no responsibility.  

 

So in that vane let me get to my I’m sorry’s:

 

I’m sorry for social reform where human responsibility is lifted from the shoulders of the individual and transmutated to a ‘system’ of blind old women who do nothing but apologize for things that they don’t even understand.

 

I’m sorry for “Give me your tired and your poor” who at first sounded like a great way to re-invent liberty and freedom, but in the end turned out to be a moraless melting pot of corrupt cultures fleeing their own demonic dictators.

 

I’m sorry for not being what everyone expects me to be, since I know that my I’m sorry caries no actual weight.

 

And I’m mostly sorry that I have to endure being human with only the most minimal of distractions and money, like a tree endures the forest around it.

 

Let the forest fires begin.