They Taught me to Hate — Their Finest Achievement

Bob Buss I hate you. Pat Buss I hate you.

I hate you because of what you did to your daughter less than 24 hours ago. You called to apologize for hurting her, and hurt her worse than you ever had before.

You called to apologize for you know not what, even though she had written a clear, concise letter detailing the issue, and when you asked her to explain the issue, she used the same examples in the letter, and you didn’t recognize them, you hadn’t even read her letter.

You then started to argue that she was wrong, and basically took back your apology and complained that she hadn’t accepted your apology fast enough. What apology?

You just wanted another means of putting her in her place again, so she would know that you had your second daughter Carolyn so you could have a more perfect child than her and her flaws.

I also hate you because before what you did above, I was one of the few, unique people who didn’t know how to hate. But you taught me to hate, you taught me well by the way you abused your daughter, kept her in her place, just so you could be right.

Well congratulations. Perhaps when you get to the pearly gates (soon I hope) you can explain to Saint Peter how teaching someone to hate furthered the kingdom of Christ. I really want to hear the explanation of that. Especially since you won’t bother to tell the truth about anything else, I am sure you will come up with some humdinger of an attempt at gas lighting him, but you wont’ succeed. Just remember that.

I hate you even more because I am enjoying the picture I just painted, and I wouldn’t have, and couldn’t have, before you taught me your lesson — your finest achievement.