Hate

I assume everyone has encountered someone in their life that they can say with a clear conscience that they hate. It could be a co-worker, a class mate, or someone you must deal with as part of your job. It could also be a roommate, an in-law, or family member. Who ever it may be your reaction to this person is hate, regardless of the situation. You get angry when you see them and any idea they have, no matter how good, you are against.

With this in mind I have come to hate the rigid right wing nut bags, so when they wrap themselves in the American flag and claim to be a true patriot and anyone who disagrees with them is a Communist, I begin to hate the American flag. My hate is only localized. If some Canada calls into question the American flag I would defend it tooth and nail. And when Republicans trotted out their dog and pony show yesterday of reading the Constitution and implied that it was a document that belonged to them and their ideals, I started to hate the Constitution.

In reality I find no document more important to the American way of life. I read it to contain a separation of Church and State that the Conservative purists fail to recognize and I feel that the freedom of speech is absolute and not rendered moot based on your religion, but that doesn't mean I hold the constitution in lower regard than those who read it differently. It means we both see the document from a different perspective and the true understanding of it can only be determined by the Courts. Republicans may claim it as their own and I will hate them for trying to belittle my position by doing so, but it doesn't change the fact that when I feel a tinge of disdain for the Constitution, it is really my hate for the extreme right and their blind love of the greatest American symbols.

Now if only Republicans would come out and claim their love for crispy cream doughnuts and suggest that no Americans love them more than they do.