Hate, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #130

August 21, 2009 Michael Davis 1 Comment

The last few weeks have been filled with hate here. The hate some feel for me and my “antics,” the hate I feel for the GOP and their polices.

Hate.

There’s a word my mother told me never to use.

Hate.

I want to please my mother; in truth she is the first and most important person to ever tell me to be myself. On the matter of hate, I feel I have let my mother down. I just can’t bring myself to stop the intense hate I have for certain people and certain situations.

I hate violent criminals. I hate the policies of the GOP. I hate stupid people.

Hate.

I don’t hate those who think I’m asshole or nigger. Let me tell you something, the only reason I even respond to these people is because it keeps people talking about me. I’m living way to good of a life to give a shit about people who think what I do is ‘nigger’ like. Trust me, I’m not losing any sleep or income from those who don’t like me.

At Comic Con, I was told in no uncertain terms that I would never work at a certain comic book company again.

Ha. I find that shit funny.

I’m doing just fine without a check from these people. If they really think I give a damn about working there, they are out of their goddamn minds.

I’m just PISSED that a project I had there with a HUGE writer sat for damn near 2 years because nobody had the BALLS to say it would not happen with me. That’s the second time that has happened to me there.

Let me tell you something else, I have a family member who is great friends with the power (and I mean THE POWER ) that RUNS the parent company. So if I REALLY wanted to screw someone over and get some people pulled on the carpet at THAT company, I could. This is not idle talk. I could with one phone call really make some people sweat there.

That’s on the real. That’s how things work. If I really gave a damn, I would make a few calls and embarrass the shit out of some people who dare tell me what I can or cannot do because of some shit that I can PROVE was fucked up on their part.

Who knows, I still may go that route.

Nah, too small throw it back.

There is a real sense of real power when you know you can do something but you choose not to and yes this is me, Michael Davis saying loud and clear to any motherfucker at that company; “Fuck with me again, I DARE you.”

I hate when people waste my goddamn time.

I was going to name names and go nuts until I got an email from a guy I really like and respect that works there. This guy is a class act and his email made me go to a more generic approach to this column.

Man, I have a wealth of dirt and bullshit on these people (and the memos) that I have kept silent on. Why? Because I am one patient mofo and because I have good people in my life.

Hence, the point of this column.

Yeah, I went 552 words before I got to the point of this column.

The point is hate.

The last few weeks here AT S NO C was a ‘hate’ tear. People hating how I run MY panel at Comic Con. My hatred of the rhetoric coming from the GOP.  My hatred of people at said comic book company wasting my time…and a GREAT idea.

Man I was going to go BUCK WILD in this space until…

Until one of the true loves of my life got sick with swine flu and a beloved family member died from it. They were together on vacation in a foreign land.

How fucked up is that? Go on vacation and die from swine flu.

What I realized is none of the stuff that has caused me to want to rant is important.

NONE OF IT.

What people think of me, not important.

What I think of people, not important.

Games people play, not important.

Games companies play, not important.

Nothing is important except the people in your life you love and who love you back.

It sounds like a sappy song and it just may be, but that’s how I feel.

I hate hospitals and funerals but Saturday I have to go to one and next week I may have to fly to the other.

I hate to fly.

Hate, there’s that word again.

What I hate is not important, it’s what I LOVE that will get me to that funeral and to that hospital.

So, everything I hate and that hates me has a pass. I’ve got important things to do, things that matter, things that are real.

This may be the light bulb I needed to focus on other things that don’t make my blood boil, who knows?

I’d hate to say one way or the other.