Doctrine of Hatred & Doctrine of Love: Can they Just Get Along?

O Contrary.
 
“The doctrine of hatred must be preached
as the counteraction of the doctrine of love
when that pules and whines. I shun father
and mother and wife and brother, when
my genius calls me. I would write on the
lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is
somewhat better than whim at last, but we
cannot spend the day in explanation.”
                Emerson, “Self Reliance.”
 
So full of hate, Love must be knocking at
my doors, huffing and puffing; I could not
hate so much were  Love not so obsessive
and compulsive. Undeniable.
 
Disgust. Repugnance. Repulsion.
Revulsion.  ok ok Disapproval then,
at the puling and whining. Cocked
I-brow: looking  down-the-nose.
Patronizing perhaps. At best
noblesse oblige: there, there
don’t know any better,
musn’t be blamed
 
 
I call it “hate” because that’s the common
sense name for the emotion that squeezes
and constricts, thorn in the flesh, pain in
the ass: the feeling of no no no.  anti-  The
word  “hate” generalizes  all against-ing:
against idiocy not my own,
against success not my own,
against order & regulations not my own,
against stuff I don’t understand,
against thieves in the night and
BB Wolf and graduation speeches,
conservatives, liberals, fundamentalists,
anarchists, terrorists, SACS and their
proud measure-mental goals and rubric
outcomes, against raising taxes and debt
ceilings, against aliens and immigrants.
against the timid, against the bold, bottle
water and compulsive joggers. wellness
wannabes, goodies so goodie they won’t
indulge the bad-it-takes to get better. . .
 
I could go on.
 
There might could be another name for it
(what I just said) seeing as HATE carries
nothing but negative stigma so that the
feeling of negative & negation is negative,
know what I mean?  and never positive
which it certainly is also when the doctrine
of love pules and whines.
 
I’ve had students in class claim they weren’t
allowed to used the word “hate” at home.
 
I hate that. Hate the hating of hate,
An intolerance I can’t tolerate.
 
I’m in the wrong for sure. Affront to
habitats for humanity both secular and
religious.  Ridiculous to the savvy,
obnoxious and offensive to the
conscientious.  A violator. Criminal.
Rip-off artist. Greedy thieving liar.
Solipsist.  Narcissist. Entitle-mentalist
Partial & biased… all these beautiful
hateful  descriptives & I hate them
because they are hated  but they’re
undeniable &  better confessed than
covered-up, I’m somewhat sure of that.
Hate to be wrong about being wrong
but I think I’m right about this.