The Price of Hate

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The Yankees have a huge lead in their division and have been a fun team to watch all year.

You wouldn’t know it if you read the posts on Yankees twitter. 

‘Fans’ of the team have a long list of complaints. They hate IKF, and Gallo and Hicks and Chapman and German.

If the Yankees lose…oh God! They want Boone and Cashman fired. They need a new shortstop and two new outfielders and on and on.

I finally got sick of the negativity and muted everyone who complains.

Enjoy it!

It’s no better on the political front.

Everyone is so filled with rage!

I sent a song I liked to a friend of mine. The photo of the artist showed him standing in front of a number of flags. It was a tiny photo - it looked like one of the flags was upside down.

“Not listening to it. He’s disrespecting the flag.”

I laughed!

The guy was offended. He was not offended by what happened on January 6th. I asked what he thought about the handling of the flags that day.

Everything is tinged in hate these days.

I’ve had friends - good friends - who have let their love or hate for a politician interfere with their personal relationships.

Is it worth it?

The hatred of one party for the other this week had members of the party voting AGAINST medical help for vets.

Those political arguments have people losing their minds.

Voting against the best interest of their constituents, their own party beliefs and the common good.

Gas prices have been killing us. All of us. A bill was put on the table to stop the oil companies from price gouging.

It failed!

Because the two parties HATE one another that much.

The price of hate.

It ruins the person who is doing the hating.

Hating is like burning down your own home to get rid of a hate.

I truly feel that people need to get happy!

Enjoy things…

…stop being mad at every freaking thing!

Life is too damn short…

…and man…

…it can end at any moment.

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