"And Pity, like a new borne-babe..."

Sorry if I risk 'Boring for Britain' by returning to that, literally, hate-full woman, Bionic Octupus, but no sooner had I drawn attention to one of her prize specimens of bile (see below), which at least had the saving grace of some humour, even if it was totally unconscious, than she spewed forth yet another torrent of execration, aimed this time at the Jewish settlers being forced to vacate their homes.  Read, if you have the stomach for it, her post of last Wednesday, entitles "Disengage this".  But for a flavour of it, try this:

"And I watched all this, watched all these people unblinkingly asserting the horror and misery of 8,500 fascist, racist, murderous scum..."  She is referring, of course, to the Jewish settlers, men, women and children, who, no doubt, contain within their ranks the usual percentage of evil-doers, or at least evil-thinkers, contained in any group of 8,500 people anywhere in the world.  But no such balance, no effort to discriminate, no attempt to empathise with people caught up in the relentless process of real-politik, is permitted by this she-wolf.  Her fangs are bared, pity is a bleeding corpse, and all is unmitigated hatred; young or old, male or female, the sick, the healthy, the good, the bad, each and everyone of them, is defined by her in a single, spat-out lump of hate-filled phlegm as, "fascist, racist, murderous scum".  She ends her malevolent diatribe, thus: "I think of Israel and I am sick with rage and horror and vicarious shame. Not. In. My. Fucking. Name."

The world of Blogdom is a truly wondrous place.  In my fairly comfortable, middle-class life, it is rare to come face-to-face with pure, undiluted hatred.  No, not rare, because for me, it has never happened; not once, hitherto.  Sure, I know a few people whom I dislike, and I know of considerably more people who I suspect I would dislike if I ever did meet them.  Most of those inhabit my newspaper on a regular basis!  But in Blogdom one does come up against undiluted hatred time and again.  One thinks of 'lenin', a self-regarding, semi-intellectual, whose brutal, knuckle-cracking instincts are rarely well disguised; or Mark Elf, another Israeli-hater; or even Meaders, apparently(?) a more urbane character than the thuggish 'lenin', but whose true instincts can be gleaned by his approval of the SWP slogan "By All Means Possible" directed at Iraqi insurgents.  All these bloggers, including the vicious, little harpie, 'Bionic Octupus', share one characteristic, they hate!

They pretend, in their Marxist fashion, to hate institutions, but what they really hate is - people.  They will disguise their people-hating leanings by lumping the people they hate into various categories, such as, the bourgoisie, capitalists, Jews (oh, no, sorry, never Jews, always Zionists, of course!)  That way they can avoid thinking in terms of men, women and children, or their neighbours, or their work colleagues.  'Bionic Octupus' gave it away (well, she's not very bright, you see) when she talked in one of her posts about how desirable it would be if people had a little 'x' on them that you could click on and make them "disappear".

However, there is a danger for those of us who try, not always successfully, I admit, to see both sides of a ghastly situation.  In dealing with the 'haters', there is the very real possibility, verging on probability, that we, in turn, will hate them!  I confess, I can feel the bile rising in my throat when I read some of the malice that seeps out of some of these blogs and I do try to swallow it down.  If I fail from time to time, I rely on my readers to pull me up short.

Comments

[villain]

Looks like you're doing a good job keeping it under control so far.

[David Duff]

I can but try!

[BionOc]

You're absolutely right, Duff. I do hate the illegal Israeli settlers. This is because, unlike 'any group of 8,500 people anywhere in the world', these people in their very daily existence, *definitionally and occupationally* pursue the expropriation and oppression of Palestinians. That is what the settlers are for, what their choice to move to stolen land and participate in the ongoing subjection of those cleansed from it signifies.

Some people are worth hating, you see, not for who they are but for what they do. Your disingenuous demurral from hatred constitutes nothing more than moral abdication, tepid squeamishness masquerading as principle.

I don't hate you though, Duff. I pity you, because I suspect somewhere down in that shriveled soul of yours you secretly know you've failed, given up on the only big imperative: to be a decent human being with a conscience who cares about the fate of others. So you spend your time seeking out those who haven't given up and jabbing away at them, trying desperately to prove to yourself that the whole project is hopeless anyway, that you didn't really sell the only precious thing that made you human and worth anything. Sorry, my friend, but you did, and all your petty snipping at the left won't buy it back.

[David Duff]

And I bet some of you thought I was exagerating! Well now you know, and straight from the horse's mouth, er, if I have the right end that is.

[EU Serf]

She's a decent human being.

She hates!!!!!

Thats left wing for logic.

[Lawrence Duff]

BO:

Your hatred borders on psychosis. So much so that if a few years after you graduate from medical school I hear that law enforcement are tearing up floorboards in some middle-class US city suburb and wondering who the challenger to Harold Shipman’s record is, it’ll be no surprise to me.

You’re so disturbing that I actually dreamt of you the other night. Having recently read Martin Amis’s book “Koba the Dread: Laughter and the Twenty Million” the identical characteristics of the socialist and national socialist holocausts are all too painfully obvious. With one exception: that revolting psychotic “Irma Grese”, who could easily lay claim to being the “ideal national socialist woman”. She vented her racial hatred and psychosis on the extermination camp inmates and is unequalled, so far as I can tell, by a female socialist equivalent. So here’s a place for you in history BO, as my dream foretold! : -

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: BO – the ideal socialist woman, standing at the gates of Kolyma, goading her condemned on their road to agony and oblivion, venting her class and Israeli hatred, revelling in her ability to “x-ecute” real and not just virtual people!”, went the nightmares compere.

My reverie had just got to the point where your medical experiments were about to start when the terror mercifully jolted me into consciousness and a sleepless night.

So you got me banned from McLenin’s tomb and made me late for work in one fell swoop. Bitch.

Son of Duff

[Andy M]

Seriously, though, you gotta love BO, haven't you? She's funnier than a blind orphan in a minefield. She genuinely believes that she is "a decent human being with a conscience who cares about the fate of others" when anyone who reads her hate-fuelled diatribes can see that she is precisely the opposite. Winston Smith had to be threatened with having his face gnawed off by rats before he achieved this state of self-denial. In BO's case, I suspect that all it took was a bottle of Thunderbird and a late-night chat with a husky Arab med student. That line about "tepid squeamishness masquerading as principle" could have come straight from one of Stalin's speeches. 'Koba the Dread' is too, too salient. You can just see BO rounding up the kulaks, can't you? As they were starved, beaten and shot, she would be urging on her more 'squeamish' comrades, and reminding them that demurring from hatred is a moral abdication.

What a truly repulsive person she must be. Let us give thanks that she is in Indiana, where she can pose away to her adolescent heart's content, before she grows up and realises just what a tit she made of herself.

[JackSc]

To paraphrase the immortal J Giles Band,

"You hate her
But she hates him
And he hates somebody else
You know you just can't win
And so it goes
'Til the day you die...
This thing they call hate
Is gonna make you cry
I Got the Blues, the Reds and the Pinks...all I can say is...HATE STINKS"