Now, you don't REALLY hate anyone...

That's what Ma used to tell us when we were kids, when we'd be all, you know "I HATE that show/teacher/food item/classmate/relative etc", as, you know, kids do.
And it was sound commentary, really.
I even say it to the Ranette when she does the same.
I believe it's good to discourage the promotion of casual rancor, you know?

So yeah, you don't REALLY hate anyone.



Of course, on the other hand...

I'll tell you, last week, when the news broke that Jobbo the Fuckin Hutt was taking a powder, I couldn't have been happier.
I woke up the next morning all excited and shit.
I figured that iTunes would have spontaneously transmogrified onto a streamlined, functional, effective piece of easy-to-use, helpful software.

Sort of like Lord of the Rings or Narnia or some fuckin deal, where, you know, the evil fucking demon-wizard

croaks and suddenly all the wee forest people

are freed from their hundred-year-old enchantment and suddenly turn back

from being frogs or rocks or what the fuck ever.

Apparently, I expect too much.

Raj