Everybody here read 1984? It’s one of my all time favorite books. Within the novel, the workers at Minitrue are herded into a large room for the Two Minutes’ Hate, during which pictures of the most hated man in Oceania, Emmanuel Goldstein, are flashed on a big screen as a form of brainwashing. Crude, but ultimately somewhat ineffective.
In the same vein, I have discocered a picture that arouses such complete hatred and evokes such intense remembrances of childhood anger that it will now become the focus of my own Two Minutes’ Hate. Join me, if you will, in the hate:
Yes, it’s that fucking dog from Duck Hunt, and the fucker is laughing at all of us! I hate that miserable canine douche. I was always bitter that I couldn’t shoot him as well, no matter how hard I tried. The rest of my childhood, the good and the bad bits, all seem positively pastoral by comparison.
Or maybe I’m over-thinking this? It’s a possibility.