Christians don't hate atheist, but atheists hate Christians. Jews don't hate Muslims, but Muslims hate Jews. Normal people don't hate queers, but queers hate normal people. Conservatives don't hate liberals, but, liberals hate conservatives. Indeed, the rhetoric from the left is so seething with mindless hatred that most people simply shrug when a Martin Bashir suggests defecating in the mouth of a Republican woman. "Eh, what the hell. It's only what we've come to expect from the left."
Democrats obviously hate me. Else why would they call me racist, terrorist, and un-American (epithets, curiously, that describe their behavior, not mine)? But I don't hate Democrats. I feel sorry for them – I pity their deliberate stupidity – I bemoan their refusal to contemplate factual evidence – but I don't hate them.
There are some thing, however, that I do hate.
I hate to see my country, once the richest, proudest, and most secure country in the world fundamentally transformed into a poverty ridden country of self-loathing cowards.'
I hate to see a people who once strode like giants across a continent, conquering everything in their path, reduced to sniveling slaves, begging for handouts from a haughty government who values them only as expendable ammunition to use against their political enemies.
I hate to see my freedoms which so many – some of whom I knew personally – have died defending squandered in the pursuit of apathy.
I hate to see my flag – the flag that inspired Francis Scott Key at Fort McHenry and that was so proudly raised on Mount Suribachi – spat on and desecrated and burned by hoodlums like Michelle and Barack Obama.
I hate to see the union movement, once champions of the common man, become a mafia of hired thugs and criminal bosses that is destroying the source of the common man's wealth – American industry.
I hate to see what was once the most advanced and progressive education system in the world turned into a government mediocrity machine cranking out Huxleyan epsilons to serve the self-appointed alpha elites.
I hate to see a people who once prided themselves on their churches groveling before their enemy's mosques.
I hate to see a people who used to cherish their religious traditions and family values become a morally bankrupt society that flaunts atheism, homosexuality, and casual cohabitation.
I hate to think about the fifty-seven million children who will never play tag or hide-and-seek, who will never experience the magic and wonder of Christmas, and who will never enjoy a party to celebrate their birthday – because they were aborted.
Yes, I have hatreds – but they are not self-destructive hatreds. On the contrary they are constructive, affirmative hatreds. They are an incentive to action—a call to arms against the evils that infest our society. They are, in fact, not hatreds at all, but justifiable righteous indignation.