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.