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Lacking in conscience and empathy, they take what they want and do as they please, violating social norms and expectations without guilt or remorse.
Cheaters, I thought.
Too many people who know more about the lives of others than they do their own.
Instead of 'counterrevolutionaries,' liberals' opponents are called 'haters,' 'those who seek to divide us,' 'tea baggers,' and 'right-wing hate groups.' Meanwhile, conservatives call liberals 'liberals'-and that makes them testy.
Lazy journalists, they'll read stuff and get a quote then ask the same question again hoping I'll say a similar thing; it's very tiresome.
People who are bad at time management. If you say you're going to be somewhere at a certain time, be there!
The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: "Gimme that! It's mine!"
Rotten, dirty, back-slapping, wine-quaffing, haemorrhoid-hosting, goat-shagging, fart-sniffing, Crispin-loving, gold-snatching bastards!!!
people, the kind of man who
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
Futilitarianism.
a bunch of depressed, overeducated shut-ins, but they seemed human to her.
Do you know who takes weekday shuttle flights between Washington and New York? People who think they are too important for the train, let alone the bus.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the bible that they love you when really they no different from your rivals.
Everybody out on the sidewalk is a pedestrian Mercedes, wallowing in entitlement - colliding, snarling, shoving ahead without even the hollow-to-begin-with local euphemism Excuse me.
Rail attendants dismiss excited train hobbyists as "foamers" (foaming at the mouth as they board their choo-choos).
One of those middle-aged mediocrities so common in London clubs who have no enemies, but are thoroughly disliked by their friends;
Democrats - lily-livered, weasel-assed collaborators.
It is a poor, unwise and very imbecile people who cannot take care of themselves.
Dames. Sometimes all they got to do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd ever know.
I think they've been baby bummers.
As Jack Handey advised in one of his "Deep Thoughts" on Saturday Night Live, before you criticize people, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
People ugly from ignorance and broken from being poor.
Greenpeace protesters who lived on the trees right above the planned radar location (Google Maps) and who eat environmentally friendly roots, insect, excrements, and dirt.
Congress-these, for the most part, illiterate hacks whose fancy vests are spotted with gravy, and whose speeches, hypocritical, unctuous, and slovenly, are spotted also with the gravy of political patronage.
soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags.
Believers with nothing to believe in.
People living their lives for you on TV; They say they're better than you, and you agree.
They were wearing smelly blankets, they looked like Donovan fans.
Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.
The insolence of office.
Making fun of anyone who seeks happiness rather than money and accusing them of "lacking ambition."
wankers snorting
Those who hate or disrespect Sir Alex Ferguson , its only because he snatched away their dreams of winning.
The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The
Those dull, unmusterious city unemployables, dressed in their grey, secondhand suits.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
They are the men of fancy, the favourites of the sex, who outwardly respect, and inwardly despise the weak creatures whom they thus sport with.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
People who are employed in a way they don't like - my heart cries for them.
Those people ... well, they're not people at all, Bruno
The generation that bought the most shoes and crippled the moral footing
Bums are the well-to-do of this day. They didn't have as far to fall.
Those who hate lawyers, have either hired the wrong one and lost, represented themselves and lost, or had such a bad case that no lawyer could win it.
All of them, you see, misfits, all good for nothing, cowards, baboons, meek wolves, parasites, every man jack of them, people afraid to face their own responsibilities, fight their own fight, ready to go anywhere, as Tolstoy well perceived -
Morons, you can't do much with them, but it gives you a feeling that you're better than you really are.
A culture of complaint. Of bitch, bitch, bitch... Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good.
I honestly can't believe how people can think they can do dirt and not get dirty.
And for those slinging mud ...take a look at your hands.
One of those people who paid for a monthly gym membership as if it were a charitable donation.
These poor, rich men who, seeing that you can't be caught, attempt to buy a thing they know cannot be bought.
Males conspicuously leaving their mark to let others know where they weren't welcome.
If there's one thing I can't bear, it's when hundreds of old men come creeping in through the window in the middle of the night and throw all manner of garbage over me. I can't bear that.
Haters is one way to describe them. They take anything - feminism, religion, lifestyle choices, art - and they ruin them. They go so extreme that they lose sight of the original goal.
And what do they want!?-- Deyth Banger
What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
The success-haters. That's what I call them
the people who have never got what they want and turned sour on everybody who has. The world's full of them. As soon as you've made good they begin to watch for you to fail.
They are the living dead and we have many of those among us, spending their days whining and complaining and never making any attempt to change their lives for the better.
The arrogance of these people!
Locals. They'll eventually get out. They're annoyed. Like when Americans go to the lake. And it's closed. 'Cause some kid pooped in the water.
Hippies, hippies ... they want to save the world but all they do is smoke pot and play frisbee!
In the newspapers there is insulting and stirring up hatred. Those irresponsible daubers!
Men ignorant of letters, studious for their bellies, and ignominiously lazy.
Target groups you care about that other people mostly don't, and take advantage of strategies other people are biased against using.
they're fucking up minds they do not own.
They are the kind of people who are embarrassed by money, a dead middle-class giveaway. Poor people are not embarrassed by money and are contemptuous of those who are.
The snobbish lost in laud.
These are the bozos. They are graspers and self-promoters, shameless resume padders, people who describe themselves as "product marketing professionals," "growth hackers," "creative rockstar interns," and "public speakers.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
How come you don't ever hear about gruntled employees? And who has been dis-ing them anyhow?
Belittling leaders who are limiting repel people easily. They can't tap into the unlimited potential of their people. They can't take them to the next level...
blacks who had been dragging the city down for the past twenty years. Rusk and a few trusted friends referred to them as "untouchables.
Such people are not known for their sense of humour and lightness of touch; they rarely break a smile. To them, change is always suspect and usually damnable, and they hardly ever contribute to human development.
Loony hillbillies destabilized by gross quantities of impure corn liquor and generations of profoundly unbiblical sex;
They're mostly rich folk who live in our poor country like captive animals, incarcerated by their own wealth, locked and barred in their gilded cages, protecting themselves from the threat of the vulgar and unruly multitudes whom they have systematically dispossessed over the centuries.
Behind every sucessful person lies a pack of haters
some student who'd been caught putting bumper stickers that said 'Gas Guzzler' on every SUV in the parking lot.
Their reputation of being the spurners of all useless worldly trivia, prejudices and almost everything else in the world except their own interests.
People who don't have experience setting healthy boundaries, they have secrets instead.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
I despise people who go to the gutter on either the right or the left and hurl rocks at those in the center.
The people who blind themselves to the truth. They're just trying to survive.
People are leaky.
People that don't want to get down to the business at hand. Instead of just doing less, we have to find ways of doing more with less. That's the key to the future.
passing insults back and forth, as if they were biscuits.
It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.
Though liberals have portrayed themselves throughout the past several decades as champions of the homeless, they are actually guilty of having created and perpetuated their condition.
Critics themselves, they used to tear me up.
I hate, for example, people who sit with their legs splayed. People who claim to give 110 percent. People who call themselves "comfortable" when what they mean is decadently rich.
The Germans, a race eager for war.
Who are these human beings anyway? They walk around, strut, fret, as if they owned the planet, or the goddamned universe. I mean, who do they really think they are?
Laistry ... I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"
"Canadians.
sweeping out of shops, and the
Problems emerge and some people try to sweep them under the rug.
garish displays of wealth,
The TV people. I like calling them that. The TV people. And they have TVs for heads and their faces can change when the channels change.
It used to be just CIA agents with ear-pieces who walked round with preoccupied, faraway expressions, and consequently regarded all the little people as irrelevant scum. Now, understandably, it's nearly everybody.
It's the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats.
Snooty high heels.
What the common man cannot understand he hates.