...So, I'm a "Hater"...?

So - a while ago, I made a comment on my FaceBook page describing my dislike for rap...

("music is like a box of chocolates - you throw away the rappers...")

...and I almost immediately get a text from my ex-sister-in-law, calling me a "hater".

Ummmm.... Duh? Is everyone so sensitive in this world now that being called a "hater" is a bad thing? Am I supposed to fall to my knees in utter disdain and repentance because I’ve been called a “hater”?

PUHLEEEZZZEEEEE…

Look - everyone has some form of hate in them.

Among the things I hate:

• Rap,
• Dogs,
• Basketball,
• the IRS,
• Socialist Government policies,
• runny eggs,
• the 1991-1993 Chevy Caprice,
• the Lifetime Network,
• Oprah Winfrey,
• the New York Rangers,
• "Reality Television",
• Oily fish (ie: Mackerel),
• Religious Extremists,
• Barney the Dinosaur,
• Dora the Explorer,
  
• Forced Multiculturalism,
• and the New York Yankees.

So - because I:

• have conscious thought,
• have formulated my own opinions,
• and decided after considering all options, that I hate certain items

...that labels me with a flaming "H" and makes me a "hater"?

So - call me a "hater".

I'm cool with that.