Hating others is forbidden me (it’s a religious thing).  Likewise, I’m commanded not to make oaths. 

I no longer hate 92-year old albino toad S.O.B. Robert Byrd, who’s in dire medical condition.  I did hate him, more than I’ve ever hated anyone, in the spring of 2001.  But I hate no one these days.  I have a limited supply of hate and, frankly, I find none of you worthy of it. 

But that spring I swore an oath against Byrd.  Quote: “If Robert Byrd ever ventures within arm’s length of me I will bitch-slap him until he wets himself.”  That was also when my utter hatred of the Democratic Party  was born.  That hatred will not die in this lifetime.