Why do we hate certain things? For example, I was walking into the library where I am currently typing these very words and outside there is a huge Britto sculpture surrounded by beautiful plants. I immediately felt sick to my stomach as its colorful smiley image entered my retina. This sculpture disgusts me, and I am not sure why.
Then one of the many voices in my head said, "Don't be a hater, Jason Handelsman."
Why do so many people hate Britto? And why does he drive a Bentley and make millions of dollars plopping these shit pieces of shit shit shit all over Miami and making everyone sick? Please explain.
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