I can't figure it out. Yes, I have my weaknesses. Yes, I have faults. Yes, at times I'm too apprehensive and at others I'm too hasty. But I belong to the species homo sapiens sapiens. Aren't I entitled to a little imperfection here and there? Of course. But that's not why people hate me. The truth is, I don't know why people hate me, nor shall I try to figure it out. However, I think I know--if not understand--the individual reasons why people like me seem to call forth images of lava reservoirs swooping down and devouring towns. For my...