Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Chapter 13: Planned Parenthood

CHAPTER 13: PLANNED PARENTHOOD

Male hateful men, at some point in your life, you will probably have to go to Planned Parenthood with that certain, special female hateful man. I can assure you, this is a truly awkward experience.

As a male, you are only sort of welcome there. There is nothing in the waiting room for you to read. Your very presence may make some of the other visitors there uncomfortable. If you don't look especially clean cut, they'll think you're probably a jerk pressuring your hateful lady for an abortion. If you look too clean cut, they'll suspect you of being a born-again suicide bomber.

Despite all your hatefulness, you're just trying to be a decent, supportive mate. What are you supposed to do in this situation?

Frankly, I don't know. To the best of my knowledge, there is no established protocol for male Planned Parenthood waiting room behavior. Maybe you are just supposed to sit there, uncomfortably pondering the end of your post-adolescent immaturity. Maybe you should just wait in the car. If you feel like testing the waters for the rest of us, here's a list of 25 fun activities for you to do while your significant female friend is being attended to. If any of them get you kicked out, please blame Glenn Beck.

1. Say "Hi" to every person who comes through the door.

2. Occasionally spray yourself with a thick cloud of Axe body spray.

3. Bring a bag of popped microwave pop corn, a box of candy, and a large fountain soda. Continue sipping on the soda, even after its down to just ice.

4. Don't bother getting dressed. Show up in your bathrobe and slippers. Read your paper and drink coffee. This is especially effective if it is 6 o'clock at night and you haven't shaved in 2 weeks. Alternately, you could wear a smoking jacket and fez.

5. Put on a shower cap and walk into the bathroom. Yell "Dammit!!" at the top of your lungs then calmly walk back into the waiting room. Fold the shower cap up neatly and place it in your pocket.

6. Wear as much "World's best dad" clothing and flair as you can. Sob quietly.

7. Put on one of those conical birthday party hats and leave a noisemaker dangling from your lips. Stare blankly up at the ceiling, shaking your head.

8. Run into the bathroom and change into a shitty Dracula costume as soon as your lady friend leaves the room.

9. After about five minutes alone, start applying lipstick. Look around the room. Mutter "oh shit...", then quickly wipe it off.

10. Offer everyone in the waiting room a Penrose Firecracker.

11. Crop dust the abortion protesters as you walk in.

12. Go into the bathroom and shave your beard into a mustache. Leave a mess of shaving cream and hair in the sink.

13. Play "Papa Don't Preach" with armpit farts.

14. Start drawing caricatures of other people in the waiting room. Make sure the words "Planned Parenthood" are clearly visible in every picture. Offer to sell the drawings to the subjects.

15. Look around the room furtively, then eat a packet of dry ramen noodles. Look at the person sitting closest to you and hiss "Don't tell people how we live!"

16. Approach the abortion protestors outside and ask the following question:
"Look, the moon and stars are not in the right position. The Master demands I either abort or sacrifice it. Which do you prefer?"

17. Organize a wholly misguided counter-demonstration to the abortion protesters. Hold up signs that say "Do it!", "kill babies, not boners" and "Chances are you'd just raise another freeloader."

18. If your significant other is there for a pregnancy test and the results are positive, try to pass out cigars to everyone in the room. If anyone accepts, tell them that they are monsters.

19. Bring a pair of hulk hands.

20. Three words: human beat box.

21. Wear a pair of tap shoes for no apparent reason.

22. Obsessively apply antibacterial lotion to your hands. Mutter things like "unclean" and "so much uterus". I actually recommend doing this everywhere.

23. Repeatedly ask the receptionist if she has those condoms from Juno that "make your junk smell like pie". Trust me, she hasn't heard that one a million times by now.

24. Remain uncomfortably quiet and still for the first twenty minutes, then stand up and say "I knew we shouldn't have gotten a Great Dane" and walk out to the car. Make sure to crop dust the protesters as you walk by them again.

25. Blurt out "More like 'Unplanned Parenthood'! Am I right, bro-ham? Am I right?!" at the next guy who enters. Try to get a hi-five.


On second thought, it's probably best that you just wait in the car.

Friday, September 18, 2009

About the Author


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sir Maxwell Edmund Carlisle III is a self-described, full-time super-patriot and part-time self help guru. In addition to "The Hateful Man's Handybook", he has written 27 other books including "Affirm Your Inner Child by Stockpiling Guns", "Fight Complacency to Socialism Through Home Dentistry", "Feelings: A Collection of Soothing Poems About the Benefits of Supporting Central American Dictators", "My Inner Monologue Says Its Time For the Left To Be Fed to the Jackals" and "Only Commies Pronounce the A in America: My Thoughts on Non-Regional Diction". To date, none of these books have actually been published.

A former soft serve stand operator who lost his right eye on September 13th, 2001, Sir Maxwell lives at his compound, high in the rolling hills of rural New Hampshire with his third wife, Bambi, their two children, son Orell Patriot and daughter Juniper Rose Flag Day, and several dozen followers known as The Eagle of True Sovereign Christendom. When not composing volumes of firebrand rhetoric or encouraging his followers to bring automatic weapons to bake sales, this messianic figure enjoys paint-by-numbers and developing new after shave scents that don't remind him of "them soddymites at the Costco Salon ".


Thursday, September 17, 2009

Chapter 12: Timeliness is Hatefulness

CHAPTER 12: TIMELINESS IS HATEFULNESS

On Monday, September 14th, I posted a long list of hurtful, insensitive things I would enjoy hearing Bob Dylan say. Among these statements was the following phrase:

49. "Peter, Paul and Mummy, man. That's all I am saying about those has-beens."

I check out several news websites every morning. Not only does this keep me informed, it keeps my hatefulness topical and fresh. This morning, I ran across this story.

Did I call that shit or what?

Now, a more sensitive person might consider taking down or modifying non-quote #49. Being a hateful man, however, I will do nothing of the sort. A large part of being a hateful man is being completely unapologetic when a situation like this comes up. In fact, the truly hateful enlightened will bask in the rare opportunity to be extra-hateful that moments like this present. As such, I give you the following anecdote;

I remember being about five years old and thinking how pretty the young girl chosen to represent Mary Travers on the cover of "Peter, Paul and Mommy" was. Actually, being a typical five-year-old dumbass, I thought that was Mary. You know how stupid kids are.

A few years later, while watching the Peter, Paul and Mary 25th Anniversary Concert on PBS, my head exploded. Instead of a pretty young thing and two dapper dudes, there was this dumpy, middle-aged woman and two creepy old men singing. I'm pretty sure I looked at my five year old brother and said, for the very first time, "Dude. What the fuck is this shit?"

I've never been able to deal with Peter, Paul and Mary ever since. In fact, it may have been one of my earliest instances of hippie hatred.

Monday, September 14, 2009

CHAPTER 11: Bob Dylan (1)

CHAPTER 11: PROFILES IN HATEFUL - 50 THINGS BOB DYLAN HAS NEVER ACTUALLY SAID

Bob Dylan has not said any of the following things to the best of my knowledge.

1. "Go on an' tell. No one's gonna believe you, man."

2. "I'm Bob Dylan, man."

3. "I'm the Badger, man. I'll claw your innards out and eat your young."

4. "I'm Bob Dylan. I know what's good , man. And you suck."

5. "Jack White and I, we may not be friends, but we both have one thing in common; Our mutual hatred of the Wallflowers, man."

BEFORE I CONTINUE, ALLOW ME TO REITERATE THAT BOB DYLAN HAS NEVER SAID ANY OF THESE VILE, HATEFUL THINGS.

6. "Shut up man."

7. "You can't cage The Badger, man. He'll bite you."

8. "I'm the Badger, you're the Walrus, man. Goo goo guh-go fuck yourself, Paul."

9. "Slag off. I'm Bob Dylan, man!"

10. "Bob Dylan is a complicated man, and no one understands him but his women, man. And they're really only grasping at straws. That's why Jakob's music doesn't even compare, man."

AGAIN, NONE OF THESE STATEMENTS WERE EVER MADE BY BOB DYLAN.

11. "Look. Maybe I ruined Halloween for your kids and maybe I didn't. I'm Bob Dylan, man. My kids ruined Halloween for me."

12. "They say a lot of unbelievable crap about me, man. But I'll tell you something - I lay the tracks, they ride the train. And the ticket sure ain't free, man."

13. "I briefly considered adopting him. Then I realized no orphanage is going to take someone as lame as Jake, man."

14. "What are you talking about? My DNA pretty much constitutes child support, man."

15. "Fuck Iceland, man."

IN CASE YOU MISSED THE DISCLAIMER 5 STATEMENTS AGO, NONE OF THESE THINGS WERE ACTUALLY SAID BY BOB DYLAN.

16. "I'm your father, man. That doesn't mean I care."

17. "I'm not the tooth fairy. But I'm here to steel your teeth, man."

18. "I hate you."

19. "Seriously, man. Try to rat me out. I'm Bob Dylan. No one's gonna believe you, man."

20. "Don't make me cut you, man."

BOB DYLAN NEVER SAID ANY OF THIS. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THESE FAKE QUOTES TO HEART. BOB DYLAN PROBABLY IS A WONDERFUL, PLEASANT MAN WITH MILLIONS OF GOOD THINGS TO SAY.

21. "Screw Ringo, man. I'm Bob Dylan."

22. "It's Bob Dylan's now, man."

23. "Stop crying Jake. I'm commandeering this waffle, man."

24. "I'm Bob Dylan, Sean. I slapped you mother for being a strumpet, man."

25. "Bob Dylan ain't some kind of emotionless cyborg, man. I just don't care."

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME THAT THESE ARE THINGS THAT BOB DYLAN ACTUALLY SAID. HE DID NOT SAY ANY OF THESE THINGS. I'M JUST A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING WITH A BLOG.

26. "Who are you trying to fool, Bono. I'm Bob Dylan, man. I don't have a conscience."

27. "I stole Robert Johnson's soul before I was even born, man."

28. "I'm just saying John John should have worn a seat belt, man."

29. "Pfft. Clapton, man. Father of the year."

30. "Of course I'm cold-blooded, man. I'm Bob Dylan."

ONCE AGAIN, THE STATEMENTS IN THIS BLOG ENTRY WERE NEVER EXPRESSED BY BOB DYLAN.

31. "I seen 'em come and I seen 'em go, man. People die. I don't care, man."

32. "You're gonna rent me a car, man. You're gonna fill the trunk with snakes, man. I'm Bob Dylan. Now give me all the money in your wallet, man."

33. "We are the world, man. That was Bob Dylan's Jam. Those nobodies just rode my coat tails, man. That's why I sabotaged USA for Africa. I personally gave the money to warlords, man."

34. "I'm the cause of all human suffering. I can make it rain, man. I choose not to."

35. "Get a real job, man. Jake can't be paying you much, I cut him off."

SERIOUSLY. THESE THINGS WERE NOT STATED BY ANYONE BESIDES THE NASTY LITTLE MAN WHO WRITES THIS BLOG. IF YOU TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY, YOU ARE AN IDIOT.

36. "I stopped by the studio during the recording of Thriller to plant some evidence, man."

37. "Yeah, I rigged the election. This country needed some character, man."

38. "Look. I'm not some kind of super villain, man. I just hate mankind, have a lot of money, and like to cause trouble."

39. "Keith and I took turns slapping Mick, man. Disco revival my ass."

40. "I used to laugh and sneer at my son when he was breast feeding, man. It was like, 'Keep suckling, piggy. Keep suckling.' Man..."

THESE ARE NOT REAL STATEMENTS BY BOB DYLAN. THEY ARE NOT MEANT TO BE CONSTRUED AS SUCH.

41. "Jimmy Carter knows why he ain't welcome on my property, man. Or maybe he doesn't. I don't care, man."

42. "It's like clubbing a seal, man. I should know."

43. "I took the boy to the Disney Land parking lot. Told 'im they wouldn't me in. Then we went to John Phillips house so I could belittle his daughters, man."

44. "Your placenta was runny, Jake. Now mow the damn lawn, man."

45. "I'm Bob Dylan, man. My crap has more talent than you."

BOB DYLAN NEVER SAID ANY OF THESE THINGS. THEY ARE MERELY THE INFANTILE RAMBLINGS OF A BORED RECORD STORE EMPLOYEE. THEY SHOULD NOT BE ATTRIBUTED TO ANYONE BUT ME.

46. "Yeah, so he says 'It's on the Godzilla soundtrack, Dad.' So I paused for a moment, took a deep breath. Then I said 'You finally made me proud, boy.' I could hear him choking up for a second, then I farted into the receiver. Best damn moment of my life, man."

47. "I called her petulant and repugnant in my eulogy song. They went with Elton John instead, man."

48. "Of course I'm despicable, man. I'm Bob Dylan. Now stop bitching and kill that fucking canary, man."

49. "Peter, Paul and Mummy, man. That's all I'm saying about those has-beens."

50. "I couldn't wait to bury his pets, man. He was that kind of kid."


FOR THE LAST TIME, NONE OF THESE THINGS WERE EVER ACTUALLY SAID BY BOB DYLAN. THESE ARE STATEMENTS I HAVE MADE WHILE DOING A BAD IMPRESSION OF A BOB DYLAN-LIKE FIGURE.

Chapter 10: Scrapbooking

CHAPTER 10: SCRAPBOOKING: HOW TO MAKE AN AWKWARD MOMENT LAST A LIFETIME

Scrapbooking. For the last twenty years or so, uncreative, family-oriented people have whittled away their hours, pasting photos of their kids and grandkids onto overpriced paper, along with a few stickers of puppies and a font vaguely related to the photos subject matter and called it a wholesome activity.

As a hateful man, I see great potential for hatefulness in this process, both in the areas of demoralization and subversion.

Preparation
Before you begin undertaking this mission, I highly advise you to read up on scrapbooking at your local library. I am by no means an expert and cannot provide you with anything more than a general knowledge of the hobby that I have garnered from observation at craft stores while my fiance shops for fabric, overheard discussions of the activity and wikipedia. Wear an unconvincing disguise when you do so and speak with a bad cockney accent in order to make other people you encounter extremely uncomfortable. You get bonus hateful points if you are asked to leave the library for being totally creepy.

From what I understand, scrapbooking can get ridiculously expensive, so be prepared to fork over a couple hundred bucks for supplies and equipment. If you are attempting to subvert a scrapbooking group, you'll need to appear serious about the hobby, and that means having the essential gear. If you are attempting to demoralize, you'll need to put a lot of time and resources into the project to make it sincerely hateful.

Subversion
Do you find your neighbors annoyingly wholesome? Do their family game nights and frequent outbursts of hugging strike you as eerily Osmond-ish? Chances are that someone living under that roof is a scrapbooker, and if so, you need to infect them with your dysfunction.

Maybe they'll host a neighborhood barbecue or invite you to one of their children's birthday parties. Use this as an opportunity to case them out. If you find any signs that someone is a scrapper, let it slip that you do a little scrapbooking, yourself. Being an overly friendly schnook, there is a good chance that your neighbor will invite you to scrapbook along with them and their boring friends.

So now, you're in.

You need to make this circle of biddies incredibly uncomfortable, and the most important way is with the context and subject matter you choose for your scrapbook. Photos of your child's first bath should be presented with the phrase "Bad, filthy baby!" and coupons for cleaning products. Snapshots of your child napping should be accompanied by a blurb "We fornicate while it slumbers". The layout for a photo of your offspring playing soccer should be titled something like "Steve likes sissy-ball" if its a boy or "Looks like we'll be renting a tux for the senior prom, after all." if its a girl.

Of course, you could also completely fuck with your fellow scrappers and use photos of an entirely different family or families that you pulled from the internet. Do not provide them with any clues to your relationship to these people, beyond the occasional sigh.

Beyond the uncomfortable subject matter of your scrapbook, your behavior needs a bit of an uncouth flourish. Refreshments will probably be served at this get-together. Hard liquor probably wont be, so you want to appear to bring your own. If you take this route, I recommend going to your local liquor store and buying a jug of the cheapest, shittiest looking whiskey or scotch that you can find - all the better if it comes in a plastic jug. Empty the bottle out and fill it with apple juice or water, then place it in your bag of scrap booking supplies. While getting black out drunk would definitely ruin the the party, it will be far more traumatic to your fellow scrapbookers if you appear to be unfazed by drinking an entire jug of cheap bourbon. Don't break the jug out right off the bat, either. In fact, you should excuse yourself to use the bathroom several times in the first hour or so before the jug actually makes an appearance. Once the bottle actually does come out, you'll immediately become unwelcome. I recommend taking a long, brutal swig, slamming the bottle down on the table, glaring at everyone and hissing something to the tune of "You're all dead inside and you don't know it!", then storming out.

Another possible angle to your flourish is to make increasingly less subtle hints that your are under the impression that this is an opening to a swingers circle. Make sure to let one of the milfier scrappers know exactly what kind of vehicle you drive and show her the keys. Attempt to play a little footsie. Refer to your spouse as your "open, but dedicated, life-choice partner". When one of the snack bowls is empty, throw your keys in and, if you are a male hateful man, reassure the other guests that at least one of them "isn't going to have to lez out when we're done". If you are a female hateful man, you should express your excitement about "getting to lez out after all this scrapping."

With any luck, you'll not only make your neighbor hate you, but you'll make your neighbor's scrapbooking peers hate them for bringing a deviant asshole into their wholesome hobby circle.

Demoralization
Demoralization is one of the central tenants to being a hateful man. Life has already slapped the taste of the sugary outer coating of existence out of your mouth, leaving you with a bitter reality pill to swallow. Why should your offspring be allowed to live in blissful ignorance of the cold, hard fact that life is a long chain of awkward moments, uncomfortable pauses and the occasional near miss? You're not demoralizing them early on to be hurtful, you're demoralizing to build a stronger, more resilient person. Scrapbooking is an excellent tool for this tempering process.

Picture the the following scenario:
You've spent fourteen years raising Steve. He was a cute kid. You had some good times together, took him on vacations, spent money on healthcare and video game systems. His teeth are finally straight after two years of expensive and frequently lost retainers. How does Steve reward you? He begins turning into a cocky little idiot who actually thinks a thirteen year old girl is going to overlook his double chin, surprising amount of body hair and mild acne because he slathers himself in Axe Body Spray, tilts his hat to the left and mouths off to his parents.

As a hateful man, you know all too well that Steve is on an inevitable collision course with crushing disappointment that will eventually lead to posting humiliating videos of himself crying on youtube. The girls will ignore him because he developed early and is too masculine. His mouthiness is going to get his ass handed to him because his comfortable lifestyle hasn't made him hard. You need to intervene. You need to temporarily crush his morale so that he'll be more open to your hateful guidance.

Gather a collection of 10-20 photos. The more humiliating the subject matter and the more poorly shot the photo, the better. This will be easy. Once the kid turns 10, the only photos you will ever get of them will make them bitter and uncomfortable later on in life. Trust me, I speak from experience. The only photos my parents have of me from about the age of eleven to eighteen depict me stuffing my face with food, deliriously ill, wearing my much hated scouting uniform, haggard from being at camp, pissed off about a bad haircut and fugly school photo clothes, moping, gawking or wearing long underwear in lieu of pants. Kids at that age generate four things; stink, drama, pimples and awkward.

Once you have chosen the images you want to use, you will want to set up layouts for each page. As stated earlier, I'm not an expert on this process, but from what I can surmise, there are five basic steps.

1. Arrange the photos into clusters that can be used to accentuate your child's innate awkwardness.

2. Choose a series of themes relating to uncomfortable moments in your child's early life, real or invented. Some recommend themes include;
"Nice mullet, Steve."
"In a just world, coach would keep you on the benches because you run like a girl."
"Boy, that was a good look for you, Steve! "
"Steve is 13 and still a Webelo."
"Way to Ruin Tyler's Birthday by crying, Steve!"
"Summer With Grandma. Awesome, Dude."
"That's the fifth fist fight you've lost to a girl this year, Steve."
"I Didn't think You'd Actually Wear Those When I Bought Them For You, Steve. Dammit."
"Gettin' husky!"
"The Retainer Years."
"She Doesn't Even Know You Exist, You Dweeb."
"You Lost the Pinewood Derby Because I Can't Be Bothered to Help You Cheat like Tyler's Dad."

3. Select the proper image for the layout's background.
I recommend going for something irreverently related to the subject matter in the photo or photos you are displaying. For example, if the photos depict Steve suffering from acne while attending his cousin's wedding, the background should have slices of pizza.

4. Compliment the images with stickers, labels, souvenirs and a caption.
Suppose you have an image of Steve learning to ride his bike and Steve sitting on the sidewalk next to his bike. A doting scrap booker might include stickers of bikes and motivational phrases like "Go, Steve, go!" and checkered racing flags or something. A hateful scrap booker should include bandages, stop signs, a small-font caption for the image like "For the love of God, Stop Steve!" or "Nice training wheels, ass."

5. Caption the image with a title in a font relating to the subject matter.
Suppose you have a page done up in a Christmas theme. The picture is of 12 year old Steve, half awake on Christmas Morning, holding the bottle of London Gentleman your brother gave to him as an in-joke between the two of you. He looks grumpy and confused and is still wearing his pajamas. You've decorated the image with candy canes, sugar plums and the caption "That wont cover the stench of shame, Steve." Now you need a title. Select a large, bold, Christmas related font, then choose a statement that makes it clear that Steve is worthy of ridicule. "Christmas 2005: Steve Still Believes in Santa, but is Losing Faith in a Merciful God."

Once you have a collection of pages, place them in an ornate, faux-leather bound three-ring binder. Write the child's name on the cover of the album using a gold or silver calligraphy paint marker. If the subject of the scrapbook is a boy, trim it with lace. If the subject is a girl, hot glue rubber vomit and creepy-crawlers to the cover.

Present the scrapbook to them at a public event, marking a turning point in their life, and be sure to show it off to all their friends - especially members of the opposite sex.

Steve may think he's cock of the walk for graduating from middle school. He may be getting mouthy and trying to rebel against you. But wait until you bust out the collection of photos of him sobbing in the back seat of the family minivan after being rejected from the little league team or looking humiliated while waiting for the bus on his way to what you are calling fat camp.

Then make that ingrate mow the lawn and get a job.