I hate golf so much that I'm writing a book which features it. It's ecocide as much as it is wholesale genocide for the benefit of sociopaths. As a big urban greenspace guy, they're uniquely infuriating.
Unfortunately I have to do the horticulture at a couple municipal ones. Today I'm pruning the shrubs in one of them and feel a thud against my shoulder. Some golfer hit a ball at full power (160 kph~) in my direction while I'm wearing high visibility gear, somehow hit me with it, and somehow missed bone. It went between my scapula and spine/neck/skull so it's just a really painful bruise. The guy spontaneously came over to apologise which was good enough for me.
Actually feeling physical pain from golf is a whole new dimension of reasons to hate golf. I could always separate myself from it and golfers, but now it's personal. Golf courses aren't just drastically increasing my chance of developing horrific illnesses. They actually made me want to fight a specific person representing all the reasons I hate golf.
If I was a Menshevik hater of golf before, now I am become Bolshevik the destroyer of golf. I fucking hate golf with three asterisks.
It's one of my litmus tests for interacting with people. I can't respect someone unless they have some sense that humans and nature are interdependent with consequences to both when one is harmed. If they don't know that, they're stupid and I don't want to meet them. If they know that and then choose to play the most antisocial and lazy thing they can when we live 15 minutes away from world-class hiking trails, they're
and I don't trust them as people.
One hundred. Perfect test. Oh you like golf? Are you literally Scottish living in Scotland? No ok we're done here. I'll be out looking at the most amazing wildflowers you've ever seen while you just stare at pesticide infused grass.