I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
I love the comedy of W.C. Fields. And while I don't hate everyone equally (I tend to parcel it out on a person-by-person basis), I can appreciate the sentiment, for, at times, I've wanted to knock a few heads together.
Take recent national events. Without going into my political preferences, I will say that I wanted to kick some serious ass in regard to those. And we mustn't forget the time when I told one of the women who so abused my elderly father that she was a whore. (I repeated it several times, lest she forget it.) I refuse to apologize for that. (Besides, I think the word whore is in the Bible, so it must be all right to use.) And then there was the time when, provoked beyond reason, I took my sons' Nintendo (do you remember that, with the little cords and doohickeys?) and cut through the cords with my pinking shears. (Well, I certainly wasn't doing any sewing with them.)
So, okay, I don't hate all those people, except for the whore. And my sons and I have long since made up. But Fields's words did resonate with me. I guess it's that little naughty spot in me, a naughty spot that seems to be getting bigger all the time.
Gem for the day: if you want to kick some ass, choose your targets wisely. My sons would wipe the floor with me these days!