The final I Hate Monday

For someone who writes a weekly post called I Hate Monday – and for the record, I have nothing at all against Mondays – it’s rather ironic that I hate hate. This is no sudden or recent realization; I’ve been this way for some time. I simply appropriated a common phrase (“I hate Monday”) as the label under which I …

I Hate Monday

Ok, so maybe this doesn’t exactly rise to the level of hatred, but it’s still annoying. You’re at a restaurant, your food has been delivered, and you’ve just taken a big tasty bite when your waiter returns to ask, “How is everything?” There is no suitable response other than the one pictured here. Do not answer with your mouth full. …

I Hate Monday

Today being Memorial Day reminds me of how contemptible war is. Every war ever fought is a war that should never have been fought. “So you would just let Hitler go his merry way unchecked?” No, I’m saying there never should have been an Adolph Hitler in the first place. How do psychopaths, murderers and megalomaniacs get to be leaders …

I Hate Monday, The Tuesday Edition

With so many unloveable things, situations, traits, and so on to choose from, sometimes it takes me awhile to pick one. So what do I hate today? Invoking God. Not always. But yes, sometimes. Many times, in fact. Don’t assume from this post that I’m not a man of faith. I am. Even so, about half the time someone invokes …

I Hate Monday

Today’s little rant may not be as universal as one about tailgating or saggy pants, but it’s still about a broad subject that does affect us all: good manners. In my line of work – publishing a newspaper – sales are an obvious necessity. A publication cannot exist without two things: readers and advertisers. The first, I’ve got thousands of; …

I Hate Monday

Two things about blinkers I hate: Number One: Let’s say you’re approaching a red light and there are eight cars already waiting there, seven of them in the right lane and just one in the left lane. You decide to go in behind the left lane guy because you’re already late for an appointment and you take note that his …

I Hate Monday

THE OTHER DAY the TV in my office was on, tuned to Spike or Discovery or maybe The History Channel and a program called Gangland. It’s a series about gangs in various U.S. cities. The show I happened to drop in on was about the gang scene in Memphis, Tennessee. Three things I noticed about every gang member interviewed: 1. …

I Hate Monday

Today, I’d like to expound on one of my most fervent hatreds, my contempt for terrorists. It’s a topic for today in particular, since the 118th running of the Boston Marathon, held annually since 1897 on the 3rd Monday in April, takes place today. Last year, of course, was marred by two bombs which killed three people, including 8-year-old Martin …

I Hate Monday

And I hate even more when I get off schedule. But if you promise not to sue me, I’ll post this I Hate Monday a day late. And anyway, I’m sure it’s still Monday somewhere. Today, I would like to know what’s the deal with drivers who feel compelled to apply their brakes going down hills, even slight inclines. Let’s …

I Hate Monday

…and while I’m at it, I hate denial. What specific kind, you ask? Well, everyone knows distracted driving – like texting while motoring down the highway – is dangerous, yes, downright foolhardy. But the same driver surveys that have established that fact (to say nothing of accident statistics) have also found that the very same people who think it’s risky …