Things you have an irrational hatred of

[E.H. Ruddock]

I hate a lot of things

[wease]

What’s the one thing you hate the most above all other things?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

What’s the one thing you hate the most above all other things?

Apart from the obvious stuff like war, famine, cancer... My easy answer is flying.

my answer is the song sirens

[tree_]

I have a rational hatred for the title of this thread. I really wish this iteration would have left out "irrational" this time.

[epilogue]

Not taking the opportunity to fix this thread title on the new GD.

[tree_]

redundant post

[tree_]

"Things You Hate"

is that so hard?

[E.H. Ruddock]

please calm down

[epilogue]

"Things You Hate"

is that so hard?

Nah, the irrational part is important.

[epilogue]

We could start a different "Things You Hate" thread.

[tree_]

people already list things they hate in this thread! rational and irrational! but mostly rational

[epilogue]

They should not be doing that.

[tree_]

ban them

[spike]

We could start a different "Things You Hate" thread.

start this, and get rid of the irrational thread. let others judge if one's hate is rational.

new beginnings.

[epilogue]

Ruddo outranks me. I can't lock or delete any of his threads. He alone can make this decision.

[tree_]

Do the right thing, ruddo. Think of the children

[Bammer]

I have a rational hatred for the title of this thread. I really wish this iteration would have left out "irrational" this time.

So it would be called: Things you have an hatred of

Some of your best work, tree.

[tree_]

I clarified that you dummy!

[spike]

Ruddo outranks me. I can't lock or delete any of his threads. He alone can make this decision.

this is RMerica, you can do anything you want.