You know, you could read some of my most recent postings and come to two very wrong conclusions. You’re to be forgiven. I gave you no contrary clue to my posts.

The first wrong conclusion one might well reach would be that these posts are merely disguised in generalities and that they are, in reality, directed to one particular individual. This would be incorrect. These notions cover a variety of relationships, long and short and intense and more frivolous, that cover my adult life.

The second wrong conclusion one might well reach would be that I am a misogynist. That I hate women or have some bigoted or stereotypical ideas about women. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am NOT a misogynist. I am a misanthrope. The relatively few women in my life seem to exhibit some patterns. This has as much to do with me as it does them and I don’t confuse the women in my life, many of whom have been totally outstanding individuals, with ALL women.

I despise these female behaviors in my relationships, of course.

But, that’s just one of my more recently articulated and short term whines and gripes.

I really am a misanthrope. Much more than I’ve been willing to admit in the past.

I hate men just as much as the women I described in my earlier posts.

I hate the beer guzzling, ball cap wearing, golf playing hail fellow well met guy who is behind on his child support. Don’t even get me started.

I hate the guy in a golf shirt, nylon sweat pants, white socks and Birkenstocks who wants to give me wardrobe assistance.

I hate the guy who is up to his ass in hopeless debt and living hand to mouth who just MUST bore me with his financial platitudes.

I hate the guy who never had a successful relationship in his life who has good advice for the lovelorn just for my personal and extended pleasure.

I hate the guy who asks for my free legal advice and then tells me I’m wrong.

I hate the guy who habitually and gratuitously selects the most polysyllabic and archane synonym. (Takes one to know one, huh?)

I hate the know it alls and the know nothings. I hate the guy who always advises “no” because there’s always 15 good reasons why it won’t work.

I hate doctors and lawyers, shrinks and accountants, drug and alcohol counselors, “Christian” therapists, teachers, police, firemen, insurances salesmen, mechanics and dentists. I hate carpenters, actors and politicians. I thoroughly despise academics. I despise poets and their poses and painters and their pretensions. There’s nothing worse than a preacher and the writers are all big bores.

I hate belligerent drunks.

I hate cocky prepsters and arrogant jocks.

I hate hip hop white guys from middle class suburbs.

I hate anyone who ever used the term “Bee Ahtch”.

Other than that, Ann Coulter is a cunt.