Word: hatefully
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...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...
...McCain, Bush's primary-season rival, is pressing moderates and liberals in both the House and Senate to make sure that campaign-finance reform is the first bill the new Congress passes. How could this embarrass Bush? Because the "Reformer with Results" doesn't want to sign it. Conservatives hate it. McCain is working the issue on TV and behind the scenes; he says he already has the 60 votes he needs to get it out of the Senate. Bush allies will try to insert a so-called paycheck-protection provision into the bill, an anti-union poison pill that...
...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...