Hunting Hatred
By Harold V. Rakeheart
The professionally compassionate and the dimly enlightened have ventured out from the sanctuary of their ivory towers to alert us to a great danger. "Hate", they warn, is once again slouching toward utopia.
With a well rehearsed sincerity, they shed photo-op tears for any available camera as they recount the litany of slightly embellished evils visited on the muslims in our midsts. Having been recently added to the endangered species list, our tightly turbaned guests are the latest fad among the professionally contrite.
Appearantly, the callous and unenlightened have crawled up from of the hateful underbelly of America and are being cruely short tempered with our swarthy guests from the religion of peace. Reports of widespread glaring and sinister scowls have been flooding into the Centers For Thought Control and Prevention. All the stops have been pulled out. An outbreak of this sort is taken very seriously by those who make their fortune protecting the less fortunate from hurt feelings and awkward conversations.
The spokeman, er, spokesim-person-ator from Ivory Tower Inc. has informed us that this hostility is not limited to muslims alone. They warn that this is but the first ripple in an approaching heat wave of hatred. The glares and the stares are the first hostile flowers that signal the arrival of a springtime of hatred. What a fitting end to our winter of discontent.
As the first strike in their war against hate, the chanting, hand-wringing footsoldiers of peace are deployed on campuses accross the country. Armed with sophisticated cardboard signs designed to fire an endless stream of illegible slogans, they encamp on soft picinic blankets and begin the thankless job of reminding the country just how bad contrition and cowardice can smell when cloaked in self-rightousness and oozed through a tie-dyed t-shirt.
"HATE kills", these soft soldiers jeer, casting an indignant look that could kill.
"Don't give in to HATE", they beg, as Morris Dees passes the offering plate so that we can give just a little to stop hate.
He isn't the only one earning a handsome profit as a manicured mercenary in the battle against hate.
As ridiculous as this circus of contrition is, their war promises to be a merry one, so I'll sign on for the hunt. In fact, I'm even willing to serve as a guide. I know exactly where hatred has been hiding.
The best place to start looking for those wiley haters will be far outside the comfortable realm of approved thought. Most of them are are living out on the frontier of banned truth. They can't breath easily in an environment choked with censorship and lies, so they set up shop high atop the mountains of suppressed sentiment.
One of the best ways to identify a hater is to look for a head held high, bolstered by a suitable dignity and pride. These fools havn't yet heard the broken record of grievous wrongs committed by white skinned, technology weilding settlers against the serene, enchanting, mud dwelling natives. They skipped class on the day they spun the fables of the white monopoly on slavery. They rudely slept through the sermons bemoaning the evils of the white male. That must be one of the reasons we are commanded to hunt them down. They havn't heard the gospel of our great white god called "Guilt". The followers of this demon lord prefer to destroy the heathens they can't convert.
Another good way to spot a hater is to bait them by smearing all manner of offensive and vile accusations on the walls of his heritage and the lore of his forefathers, who are busily spinning in their graves. The hater will be the one standing up to defend the besmirched heritage from the stinging lashes of your lies. These fellows have the temerity to oppose the fashionable tyranny of a custom crafted shame. That's quite a feat for a white male in this day and age. It's hard work standing straight in a crooked culture. It's not easy holding your head high with so many powerful forces trying to bring you low.
Which brings us back to the ivory tower cabal. I have a sneaking suspicion that they are not being completely honest about these haters. They tell us they are very dangerous. But to whom? Truth is only dangerous to liars. Resistance is only dangerous to tyranny. These haters are dangerous all right. But it is not their hatred that makes them dangerous. It is their greatness.