I hate brussels sprouts.

I hate waking up to pee less than two hours before I have to get up anyway.

I hate spending money on things like doctors or dentists that I need for other more important things. Like say, my mortgage.

I hate telephone solicitors and bill collectors.

I particularly hate child predators and men who beat up on the women and children in their lives. For this last group, the full definition, with anger and hostility, most definitely applies.

So, as stated earlier, a fine word that is utilized frequently. So how exactly did it evolve into the 2010 version of Godwin’s Law? Enter any online debate and express a strongly negative opinion and watch how fast someone replies, “here come the Haters.” Or something along those lines. Maybe directly calling you a “Hater.” The new ultimate put-down. And amazingly enough, this is considered to be a closing argument, one with no rebuttal! It’s not necessary to dispute your points or attempt to refute them by something approaching logic. No, not once you have been dispatched by that particular designation. Enter into a discussion on the merits, or lack thereof, of capital punishment by opining on how child predators deserve nothing less and you are now a Hater. Someone who evidently ranks below the aforementioned predators on the food chain, seeing as though you don’t even deserve a hearing once so identified. At least, not by rational people (non-Haters). It’s DaMookster’s Corollary to Godwin’s Law of Debate. The longer a vigorously contested debate continues, the more likely someone will be called a Hater at which point HE loses the debate. It’s the nuclear option, the ultimate weapon:

“Don’t be such a Hater, man. “

“Wow…I’m rendered speechless.”

Really? Really??????

I think not. I embrace the term. I proudly accept the mantle. “A Hater? Yes, I am. What’s your point?”

I hate 2 am wrong-number phone calls.

I hate slivers.

I hate stupid pizza “toppings” like it’s a fucking sundae or something.

I hate ambulance-chasing tort lawyers.

In fact, I hate a lot of things. And I’m damn proud of it. 2010 politically correct happy horseshit be damned.