MotiveHATE

Angsty. Pissed off. Burning with anger. Unmitigated hatred for all things living.

Some words used to describe how I operate on a daily basis, and almost all as accurate as a headless blind man throwing darts at a Chinese transvestite's left testicle. No offence meant to headless people of course.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not an angry person.

Fuck you, I'm not.

No, really. Sure, like every mouth-breeder on the planet, I have my opinions about certain things, hell I even hate a few things. Okay, so I hate a lot of things. But I am not an angry person. Hate does not necessarily make you angry, and being angry in the first place is not really a negative thing. Well when taken to far, perhaps it can be rather nasty. I mean just look at the Hulk. You know how much he needs to spend on clothes? Poor bastard.

See the thing is, we live in a society that has deemed anger, hate, rage and being Hitler a very very bad thing. I disagree. *gasp!* *groan!* *scream blue murder!* Still, I don't think it's as bad as everyone perceives it to be. Personally, I find anger as the most motivational thing.

But don't take my word for it.

The Person:
Genghis "I love eating Chinese. Literally." Khan

The Motivation:
You killed my ambassadors and messengers of peace. Twice.

The Rage:
It was the first time the great Khan had reached the middle east. And yes, the man had just turned most of China into lo-mien, and the other half into Peking Duck. Upon his arrival (well let's not kid ourselves, the guy never really had a "destination" so to speak. Well maybe except to die just so he could go to heaven and kick Jesus in the nuts.) Genghis sent a good will caravan into the neighbouring Khwarezmid Empire. Some 450 men. No really, the caravan was totally legit. Jealous of Genghis' awesome balls, the Governor Inalchuq of Otrar slaughtered all of them, save one Mongol who he sent back.

Okay. Obviously these Middle Eastern folks had no idea who they were fuckin with here. Hence why you should always consult a Chinese person before excepting or sending back a gift.

So anyway, the Moustachiod one decided to give these "savages" another chance and sent a delegation to Inalchuq's (let's just call him Anal from now on yeah) boss: Shah Ala ad-Din Muhammad II. Take a wild stab in the dark at a Mongolian, and guess what happened to them.

Anyway, to cut a long story short. Mr Anal ended up having molten silver being poured into his eyes and mouth. The bastard had it lucky. Cause the Gengman wasn't done. He then completely obliterated the army of Khwarezmia which was 5 times the size of his own, before diverting a river to completely wipe the Sultan's birthplace of the fucking map! Can you picture that? Can you really? It's the equivalent of you stepping on an ant hill, and then bulldozing the whole fucking area, and turning it into a god damned car-park, which will be adjacent to a football stadium.

The very funny, very angry guys at Cracked.com said it best so find out more about the rest of the people who fuckin went on anger sprees over there, caused honestly i can't be arsed to site more examples.

Which then brings me to the crux of this little write up. Anger is motivation. Some of the greatest things on earth are done out of pure hatred for oneself and the idiots around said one. Yes Hitler was a major douch, but we learned from his bloody mistakes (namely, don't be a complete cunt, just an everyday Bush Bastard will do). Thomas Edison hated his competitors so much, that he stole all their fuckin patents (Nikola Tesla is a fuckin genius!) and when they asked for their due pay, he would tell them "When you become a full-fledged American you will appreciate an American joke." A dick you say? Yes. Now try saying it without any lights on.

And above and beyond all this outward animosity, is the true motivational facet of anger. Hatred and anger at yourself. It's what pushes every single athlete forward, after all when you're the fastest fuckin man on earth, the only person left to beat is yourself. Born to a broken home with fucked up parents? Get transported to a military ruled country? Live in shit and get fucked up on marijuana and cocaine? Fuck it. Leave that shit and become the god-damned president.

If you've never felt anger in your life you can never honestly say that you are empathetic. If you have never hated something with all your soul, you can never ever claim to love something with all your heart.

So embrace the dark side. Love it ironically. Cuddle with it on cold and lonely nights, and don't forget to leave your number in the morning. Fuck it, and have children with it, cause you know what? It's the best friend you can ever have.

And if you need to feel angry about anything, I'm here to help. I have a knack for pissing people off. And to all assholes who already fucking hate me?

You are most welcome.

Bastards.