Love Corey Taylor - He's so funny AND this book is so relevant right now ( )

A book full of rants, some had me laughing but a change of pace book for me none the less. It's almost like Corey can bitch about everything that pisses him off, but I'm sure he pulls things that people can't stand either.

Either case, it was a good book, not what I was expecting but then again I didn't read his first two books. ROCK ON! ( )

Corey Taylor's third book is all that it promises and more. He's pulled out all the stops on this one and if you thought he was loud, crass, and in your face in his other books, you've got another thing coming! This time Corey focuses on things that piss him off, namely... YOU (people in general really). It's beyond cantankerous, picture an old man yelling with a beer in one hand and a shotgun in the other, maybe throw in some cigarettes, pit bulls, and expletives and you get the drift. He bemoans all that is wrong with our society, in crass hysterical writing and tries to offer some "humble" advice so we lowly dirtbags don't pass through life being soo moronic and self-absorbed. I should clarify however, that it is not a self help book. It's a big rant, broken into sections that contain observations, advice, and some hilarious stories to help illustrate his many points. Not for the faint of heart, this diatribe is for fans of Corey Taylor, cranky old men, and people who are just fed up with the dumb fucks. ( )

Mr. Low-Boiling-Point

WC Fields had a character he portrayed in a number of his films in the 30s, who was put upon by society and by people’s total lack of consideration for others. During the film, it would become too much and Fields would say things and do things we all wish we could, but can’t. So we laugh and applaud. So with Corey Taylor’s You’re Making Me Hate You. He says the things we wish we could, loudly (lots of capital letters) and vulgarly (no phrase is too coarse). He is immensely entertaining.

The essence of the book is that Taylor has lately come to discover common sense. The great lack of it exhibited by his fellow humans makes him hate them. He should know, he often admits, because he was the worst offender. What he sees around him has suddenly become unbearable: “The wells have gone dry on the human race.” But to soften the blow he claims he has ”never killed anyone for being stupid”. Though the chapter-opening photos might lead one to speculate otherwise.

Taylor is a rock musician, who prefers Rubik’s Cube Bermuda shorts and a wife beater t shirt, the better to display the gallons of ink on his limbs. Yet he has the nerve to criticize fashion because everyone else is a conformist phony. It’s a wild ride no matter the topic of his lecture/rant. He loves tangents. His rants branch off into mini rants off topic, for which he apologizes profusely, but not really. My favorite is where he suddenly screams at his readers for accusing him of smoking too much. He beats us and himself up for a paragraph, then settles back into the lecture at hand. Brilliant.

For a heartlander who was born and lives in Iowa, his language is remarkably British. It is peppered with whilst, telly, queue barging, cheeky, bloody, snogging, muck about, tossers, bad rubbish and bollocks. There’s more to Taylor than he lets on. He sort of admits he is well read. His deepest felt concern is with music, his main passion. He is disgusted with the current state of it. But he has also just discovered jazz and is thrilled with the education it is giving him.

At the end he comes clean and admits the book has a higher purpose - a call to save ourselves and future generations from ourselves, in words as sincere as he can. I never expected this to be such a worthwhile read.

David Wineberg ( )