Contrary to the common notion that one should not be “judgmental” but be “tolerant” of everything and everyone around one, I hold that it is important to have strong dislikes. Regarding this, Ayn Rand nailed a profound point in a brief sentence from The Fountainhead: “Alvah Scarrett had never hated anything and so was incapable of love.”
With that firmly in mind (and that what I like and love is scattered all over this site), here are my chief aversions:
A disgusting, moronic habit. For fresh breath, there are mints.
Fidgeting, nail-biting, thumb-twirling, knuckle-breaking
Being able to sit still is part of being a grownup.
Talks, whispers, sneezes, coughs or fidgets during movies, plays and concerts
On such occasions I will shoot to kill. No jury will convict me.
Obesity, fat, flab
Illness aside, there's no excuse for being fat: just reduce the amount of calories you absorb and/or increase the amount of calories you burn.
Kill them all!
Bureaucratic edicts, forms, taxes, permits, regulations
Kill them all.
Garish fluorescent store lighting
A crime against humanity.
Nihilist racist noise.
Whew, it was a nasty job to list all that . . . merde.