Them Little Rascal Haters

Them Little Rascal Haters

I promised to write a blog about haters. I told my Tweeter friends that the hater blog, I’m planning to write, will be about 1000 words and it still wouldn’t even slice the cake.
I don’t really know why I’m wasting my time writing this blog. I’ll try my best to use derogative language.
First off, lets talk about the haters, who look at a person follow count on Twitter then block them without even saying hello. Or even, like in my case, my account shoots up about 1,000 followers a week “http://twitter.com/datonflukers.” o(^_-)O.
I have wonderful conversations with my followers, and I try my best to answer as many replies as I can. However, these type of haters don’t notice hard work. They drink extreme amounts of haterade juice.
This form of hating is egotistical hating. The individual believes he or she is better than everyone esle and that they should have more followers than their friends.
These type of people need thralls for friends. A thrall is a vampire slave or a fart sniffer.
No matter what a friend does for egotists, egotist haters need bondage slaves who shower them with riches and wipe their asses after they praise the porcelain.
They have the, “what do you call that shit?” Oh yeah, they have the nobility complex.
If you like an artificial intelligent compass stuck up your ass, and you adore when someone commands you to move in a certain direction, please, never gainmore than 200 followers and follow the egotist. You’ll be a perfect cadet for hire. Meaning you’re selling your ass for a low price. Maybe $1.99 or 0.55 cent.
The next type of hater I’ll talk about is the recluse hater or another name for this type of hater is a weasel.
They look for the bad in people. They always need to find something wrong with someone. The recluse hater doesn’t like when people curse, they don’t like smokers, they don’t like violent media, they prefer to have a “Mr. Roger’s friend.” No offense Mr. Rogers. I love all your work, and have watched many of your shows as a child.
Lets get back to the recluse hater. You ever saw the movie, “The Dark Knight Rises” where Bruce Wayne becomes a recluse from being over exerted from crime erupting in Gothic City?
That is what a recluse hater has become. Instead of living like bats, however, they live like weasels.
If a faction of people is to loud or a man or woman says a curse word or even if that individual smells a little mundane, they’ll get up and change their seats. Or they’ll make smacking noises with their gums. They give no respect for someone who is indifferent from them. They’ll block you in a heart beat if they see porn, dirty words, or impassionable talk about asses in their Twitter timeline.
I don’t even like having conversations with recluse haters because no one will ever live up to their standards. If you say something wrong, they’ll try to make you feel bad every single time.
They’ll go to extreme lengths by quoting what you said then just vanishing from your friend list.
I like being who I am. My personality changes. Sometimes I feel happy, sad, arrogant, sleepy, tired, or bored. That’s natural to feel different emotions. A recluse hater, on the other hand, operates with one gear. That gear is happy. So kiss my ass happy bastards.
I had to find a word for another type of hater I’ve experiences during my time spent on social media sites. This type of hater is called a misanthrope hater.
They just hate people period. Either they hate all men or they hate all women. These sick bastards hate someone because of their gender. I’m not talking about sexual preference. I’m describing pure and offensive hate. Another word you might call these type of haters are bitches.
I wouldn’t leave my cellphone laying around on a coffee table when you’re in a coffee cafe and have to go use the restroom. When you come back, a misanthrope hater might hack your phone and download your personal information, trying to fuck your perfectly good life-up. People serously act this way. I seen it a million of times, people accounts are hacked by people who’ve they trusted with their information. These hater’s don’t give a shit who they got to hurt to get a head. Actually, at first they can come off as pretty nice people. They’ll get you courted, after you’re hooked, they’ll jam a rusty arrow through your heart. I’ll beat the hell out of a son of a bitch-ass misanthrope hater. Excuse my French.
The next type of hater I’ll talk about is the head shaker. You just want to wring the fuck out of their collar. You literally want to grab them by the shirt and choke the shit out of them with their own clothes because of their encrypted personalities. These head shakers only believe in main stream media. They’ll never enjoy master pieces from local artist or authors. They don’t believe that real people could create magnificent works of art.
Head Shakers need updated special affects to enjoy any media. They’ll actually make fun of amateur writers. I had some one tell me before, “You’ll never be a published author because you’re a poor Black Man.” Another person told me, Black People didn’t know how to use computers.”
If a person doesn’t realize that they are head shakers, they can become a misanthrope hater, not by choice, but because of their social behavior (being interested in certain media, and who they desire to create this type of media). So I say to the head shakers. I’m a publish author. So please kiss, my Big Black Ass.
Another type of hater I really enjoy being around is the competitive hater. They’ll actually try to compete with everything you have done. They’ll even go out of their way to learn the information that you already understand. The competitive haters get extremely agitated when they can’t out perform you, and will usually, use all their energy in their brain to counteract your steps.
Nothing is wrong with a little competition. Competition helps us grow, and these type of haters could be great friends. Nevertheless, you have to clearly comprehend that these competitive friends are competing against you, so that you can play their game (s). If you don’t like competition, please, don’t get to close to competitive haters because they’ll try to show you off or steal all the talents that you may possess.
Never give a competitive hater important information that would help them without any helpful information in return. They’ll never in a hundred years explain how they are rising successfully.
So that’s about a thousand words. I hope you can appreciate what I have to say about Haters. Have a great day.
Sincerely,
Daton L. Fluker

Published by Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

Date of Birth: February 26, 1979 Daton L Fluker was born in Louisiana's capital city, Baton Rouge, at Earl K. Long Memorial Hospital. A titan was born from the indignities of a father he never met and a hard working mother that never gave up hope. His step father also never gave up hope and taught him many useful skills while he was growing up. Louisiana is popular for its folklore, music and down to earth cooking. He grew up in a land of talent but there were not that many promoters in that land of talent. He is the oldest of 6 siblings, 3 sisters and 2 brothers. They grew up in a 2 bedroom house with 1 kitchen and 1 bathroom. They transformed the living room into a bedroom. The doors were thin and when people have big mouths like theirs’ you can pretty much hear all the gossip about each others’ lives. There is no sort of privacy growing up in a household with so many sisters and brothers. It was very hard to do homework because no one kept their mouths shut and most of the time they were fighting like cats and dogs. Every sister and brother fights. He hated going to school because every year he had a fight with a gang of neighborhood boys. Street brawls congregated every year outside at the bus stop. He became accustomed to fighting and had a lot of anger built up inside of him. He made himself stop being so aggressive by remembering and repeating these simple words, "I must work hard and carry myself well. Life doesn't mean anything if I am locked up or don't have any money. Sometimes you got to stop and grab yourself or you might drift away.” Daton got it together. He stopped believing in violence and hate. It was just crazy how many brawls he was apart of , and for no apparent reason. Kids from many different areas of Louisiana hated their way of life and most of them dropped out of school because of pressures at home. The world was cold during the years of Junior high school. The future looked slim for most of the neighborhood kids. Sixty percent of Louisiana’s future burned in the fires of Hades. In 1993 at the age of 14 his eyes opened up about the world around him. From 1993 to 2006, Louisiana's rate of detained and committed youth in custody was 149 per 100,000 youth ages 10-15, compared to the national rate of 125 per 100,000 youth. Two-thirds of youth in custody in Louisiana are non-violent offenders. These are children whose needs could be more effectively met through a continuum of community-based services, including mental health and special education services. Prostitution had taken a horrible toll on the abandoned state. Young girls fell into the arms of the. The streets became filled with gang bangers and hustlers, children who only wanted a way to survive. Jobs were scarce and education for the youth fell bad. Suicide rates rose in Louisiana past the 30,000s and they grew higher each year. For the most part he had a lot of good times with his family. They were tight and still are. They loved each other. No matter if it was ghetto love or not, the family will remember each other as the loud country Folk that lived on 1690 Stanacola Dr. in Scotlandville Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Daton is a trust worthy person who believes in having healthy strong relationships with friends and family. He currently works as an English Instructor in Japan and has been working in that field for about several years. Daton L. Fluker says, "I think it’s a pretty cool job, and I am happy doing it, but I'd be happy if you threw me off a cliff everyday for a job." His pass time activities are kick boxing, writing, rapping and karaoke. You can catch some of his latest works at https://horrorwriterdkw.wordpress.com/. Daton wants to be in the entertainment field. He would like to be an actor some day, even do a feature film with Warner Bro, Dream Works or some other big company that would enjoy new talent. Entertainment is something that when you do it, it should be from the soul. What he creates is magnificent. Even if it is writing a novel or rapping a song, it is something he creates soulfully and he hopes that others will like it. But he knows that like every other entertainer there will always be someone that doesn't like him as well as many that do. Mr. Fluker landed his first real job at the well known grocery store, Winn Dixie. He worked as a stock clerk during high school. With working and going to school he pushed himself to the limits. He also worked as a landscaper with his step dad. At the age of twenty he joined the military. He served his country Dec 1999 to August 2004 in the United States Marine Corps. Those were the hardest days of his life. He always stayed drunk and he caught a disease called Ankylosing spondylitis, a worst case scenario of arthritis. Now he is subject to waking up in cold sweats from time to time and his joints blister in pain. He pushed himself to a unique boundary. The only thing he became accustomed to was violence. He never played sports in school. Basically, he gave up on life. He had good friends in the Marine Corps but he could never save money and had turned into a stone-cold alcoholic. Alcoholism was bad for him, because most of the male figures in his family were alcoholics. One day he just decided life was hard, and that he shouldn't waste it in the bottle. He looked in the mirror and saw this 23 year old worthless fat slob who was only looking forward to a party on the weekend. That moment in time he got a hold of his life. He completely stopped drinking and never picked up the bottle again. Well, on special occasions he throws 1 or 2 down. Smoking was a little harder to stop but that is another story. After the Marine Corps, life turned into a big mess. He went back home August 2004. His parents were doing badly. He gave them a lot of money and worked there for a year. If he could have found a better job he would have stayed in Louisiana for the rest of his life. Jobs were scarce and everyone dispised looking for them. He decided to go back to Japan where he had been before. Now he lives in Yokohama, Japan. He is currently working as an English Instructor. "Finished Cries" is his first short story. He also written "Substance God's Hell Fairy" and “Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland.” He and a business associate Yvonne J Miller have written a screen play together called "Speaks of Shadows." Planning to never drink heavily again, Mr. Fluker stays in shape. He also a college student. Some people would probably read this and say, "Man you are doing to much stuff." However, the world is changing and most people in it are evolving; Daton is going with the flow of things by creating more manuscripts. He loves writing and acting, and plans to do that for the rest of his life. We as people must push to higher heights. A saying he always lives by is "If I don't do it someone else will." Thanks for reading. Have a great day. Some Advertisement Daton L Fluker AKA DK Boy Gangsta Rapper Extraordinaire DK Boy is taking the music industry by storm. His southern lingo makes his music different from the rest. http://www.myspace.com/deathkeeperworld He is signed to White Wolf Records in Japan www.whitewolf.jp. He also works with other music artists, currently Old Memories in Bahrain and Tsyoshi Maehata who founds White Wolf Records. Tsyoshi's site is mostly Japanese but you can click on artist and see Daton L. Fluker artist’s photo. Daton introduced the band Steal Hearts on their CD, special thanks being given to him for that amazing introduction. Daton's mix tape is called DK Boy Experience.

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