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I Barf

As per a previous post continuational sort of implied promise.....
Things I Loathe and Maybe Why:

1. Any sort of media described as "heart-warming", "inspiring", or "good family fun." It sets off my "saccharine, sob-fest morality lecture masquerading as entertainment" alarms. I try not to read reviews in general, as most critics have some kind of dissention ax to grind in the first place, when all I want to do to critics is bury the hachet.
I think you know where.
2. I hate activists, particularly those with a more zealoty flair. PETA, of course, leads the pack here, but anyone pushing some agenda that involves public displays of poor personal hygiene and a froth-accented ranting (be it religious, political, or alien conspiracy) is a whackjob. If they think gathering several dozen of their like-minded Sybils together and blocking the streets while waving illiterate placards is going to change anything except a good commute, they are full of shit. Or so we assume from the smell.
3. Those little sticky plastic strips on DVD cases. This isn't the Pentagon's Big Book Of Secret Shit, people. This is "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle". Enough with the superduper security already. Seems a little misplaced when you can walk into any Suncoast Video and walk out with an armload of unpaid-for pillage because the clerks are told not to call security "because it might look bad to the customers" (I worked there one holiday season, the manager really told me that) but you can't freekin' open them without the handcuffed briefcase secret manual once you get them home. Someone owes me a new fingernail, dammit.
4. I despise people who say whatever moonbat action they're taking, be it activism, protesting, or boycotting, is "for the children." No, it's not. It's so you can pat yourself on the back and proclaim what a good parent/person you are because you "protected" some kid from seeing a breast during half-time. Lots of praise for very little effort. Implied sainthood via the lazy man's crucifixtion.
Meddling assholes, to be precise.
5. Raisins. I hate raisins. I remain convinced to this day that raisins are just rabbit-breeders making that last bit of coin on the consumers' gullibility.
6. I lived in Hawaii for three years, and I hated almost every single minute of it. It wasn't the gorgeous scenery. It wasn't the paradisical climate. It wasn't the shitty, second-class, spit-on way the native Hawaiians treated the non-indigenous... wait, yes, it was. Bigots in 1950s deep South could take lessons from Hawaiians. Behind those fluffy grass skirts lurked white hoods, shellac'd in poi droppings. And I am not the only one who felt like this... nearly every Navy wife I ever met who lived there has stories about being snubbed, pushed aside, or dismissed on the grounds of not being "kine".
Kine this, Don Ho.
7. And I loathe extending a list to include everything, particularly if I think I can milk such a list later on when my beal kicks in.