I hate a lot of shit. That thing you’re looking at now? I probably hate it. I’ma bona fide hater, as in I hate in good faith, as in I have every confidence that whatever stupid thing you think is totally clever and great I find lame and insipid. Nonetheless, I’m a rank amateur when compared to Kingsley, the virtuoso of hate. He hates birds, for Christ’s sake.

My man, if you ever want to write for a blog with readers in the double digits, we have much to discuss. I bow to the master.