Word: hatefully
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...grandfather would hate me writing this column. But he never read any of my writing as far as I can tell. He never bought me a Christmas present, never asked me how classes were going or showed much interest in my daily life. But he did teach me how to dig up potatoes, fix toilet plumbing, catch Japanese beetles at twilight in a jam jar. How to talk to a dying man. That's slowly, waiting until he has caught his breath, not asking too many questions, getting him water or melted sherbet, sitting quietly, being there. Switching...
...Peanuts" gang was appealing but also strange. Were they children or adults? Or some kind of hybrid? In their early years, the characters were volatile, combustible. They were angry. "How I hate him!" was the very first punch line in "Peanuts." Charlie Brown and his friends could be, as the cartoonist Al Capp said, "mean little bastards, eager to hurt each other." In "Peanuts," there was always the chance that the rage of one character would suddenly bowl over another, literally spinning the victim backward and out of frame. Coming home to relax, Charlie Brown sits down to a radio...
...true that friendship is sometimes an exercise in compartmentalizing. We have all been friends with A. and with B., even though A. and B. hate each other. But to have one compartment for a friend who is a survivor of death camps and another compartment for one of the murderers---here broadmindedness approached the grotesque...
...hadn't been told, which is easy to believe. So it wasn't a lie. It was just spin. Journalists would have leaped on evidence that Bush knew about Cheney's heart attack, but they didn't care that he spoke without knowing anything one way or another. They hate the liar but love the spin...
...Marshall Mathers (a.k.a. Eminem, a.k.a. the Real Slim Shady) repulsed us all the way to the bank. Well aware that he was that old story--a white boy disproportionately rewarded for mastering a black art form--he earned critical cred with brilliant, gymnastic rhymes. But his lyrics, dripping with hate for women and gays, made parents reel, gave pop-culture-bashing pols a poster boy and posed critics a conundrum: Where does new-school rebellion stop and old-school bigotry begin...