Hate

stalemate

I Hate... groups in Facebook is now the new invader of the live news feed. I dislike not the fanpage itself but the act. Well it propels the tiniest feeling of disinterest and disdain into an institution where fans converge and become a horde of haters. Comic but ugly at the same time.

When the Ampatuan genocide occured, Gloria Arroyo, her iconic mole and her clan decided to file candidacy and the looney partial martial was declared, all we could harness was hate. There was fulmination and hoopla from different corners but none shattered the pathological egotist's smile and madness. Rantings of both the virtual and analog worlds were ultimately for naught.

Ironic and untimely for such concentrated hate to emerge in the dawning of the Christmas,

still the end of the day there is still method out of the madness.

The hate borne of the madness appalls the conscience and averts apathy to resolve, cynicism to optimism. Our direct contempt for the government's fecklessness and cursing for the misery we half-heartedly deserve brought by the havoc of Ondoy warped us to introspection of our part's misgivings, of our own contribution to the hate we harbor.

We may not shun completely those simple loathings for professors, for persons that transgressed us but somehow I know it recedes. Hate is a generic attribute but how we take the wheel over it is unique in each of us. How we curb it and allocate it depends on our judging. Before we hate, there should be a need to examine what ignited it, is it an indignation or simply a display of distaste?

Hate but see right through the hate.