I really wonder where society is heading sometimes. When a cunt like Justin Bieber become famous for singing love songs when the kid didn’t even hit puberty yet, I wonder why Ludacris makes songs with him. There have been times when I read some of the comments people leave on rap videos on YouTube, I really wonder if those people typing that shit out are actually retarded or if they think it’s cool to be ignorant. When has it become cool to actually be uneducated? It’s fucking rediculous to hear people speak sometimes.

I was recently at a doctor’s office and after speaking to his nurse, she kept being impressed by the fact that I didn’t wear my pants at my knees, that I articulated my words, that I didn’t have a tattoo or an earing, and finally, she suspected that I was from Europe because I lacked those flaws mentioned. So if I’m not a complete degenerate then I must be from Europe? What kinda shit is that. Anyways, that’s besides the point. My point is, I realized recently what I hate the most–you can call it a pet-peeve even. Continue Reading ->

First I’d like to say that I’m no big fan of facebook. It’s a stupid idea with a bunch of stupid people befriending anyone they’ve talked to once in their life and who they probably will never ever speak to again… even on facebook. So why add them? Shit. I was added by friends of friends who I never even met. Does that make sense? Did they hear good things about me? I don’t give a fuck! I deleted facebook for like 7 months and then went back on to see a few things and stalk a few people (well, one person in particular) and that entire FB database had changed. Either way, what I wanted to get at is that I fucking hate when people you’re not “friends” with add you and can see every little thing about you. That’s when the stalking begins. Back in the day if a person you’re not too familiar with knew your birthdate, where you live, where you party, your friends’ names, and if you’re single or not, they used to be called stalkers. Now, however, any goddamn fool can access that info in one click of the mouse. Continue Reading ->

Sorry, but the Hate Master will not be able to post too many hater posts from now on because he (well, I) am just too busy, and got better shite to do for now. When I recommence, I’ll definitely market this blog full throttle once again and hopefully you’ll continue reading my future posts. Well, ta-ta for now, my fellow readers.

I’m sitting in Country Style with a mate, studying, and well, coming up with new blog posts. Country Style offers free internet connections for their customers, but the only bad fucking thing about it is that it takes thirty minutes to access it. Well, at least for my friend. It’s hilarious how frustrated he’s getting over not being able to access the net. The thing is I’m sure we’ve all been through it. We’ve all at one point or another been sitting there, trying to access the fucking internet, only to find that annoying Internet Explorer page that asks if you’d like to understand the problem to your connection error. I don’t give a fuck about the connection error, I just wanna get connected! Well, at least I’m connected. He’s still fidgeting and yelling at his screen. Internet connection errors must be one of the most frustrating things on earth. But even worse is when someone beside you has full bars while you can’t seem to get a single fucking bar. Continue Reading ->

You ever notice those people that act like they’re your friend when you don’t even know them? Maybe you’ve seen them once before in the elevator of your building and all of a sudden they think they have the right to not only talk to you but act like you’re their friend. They go as far as to even poke fun at you in a joking kinda way. They’re always acting like it’s the greatest day on earth and like they’re your friend, his friend, her friend, your fucking enemies friend, every motherfucking person’s friend. I’m sure you know of at least one person out there like that. Well, I hate those type of fucking people. And if you’re that type of person…. well, I doubt you’d be reading this blog. Continue Reading ->