Hate

There's just too much hate out there.

We hate each other's political beliefs. We hate each other's sports teams. We hate the opinions you hold and we hate you for not loving ours.

We hate someone infringing upon rights we believe we've earned.

We hate the guy who spreads the message to not hate.

We breed hate. We nurture it and we spread it like manure until the hate erupts, and then we hate the people who hate to tell us what caused the hate.

People hate me because I hate senseless slaughter of five-year-olds and try to bring up the lack of love in a hateful sphere of unintelligible comments.

And I hate that.

The answer is so obviously the opposite of hate, but we can't even bring ourselves to say it.

We'd rather be angry.

And we hate the guy who did this and we'll hate the next one too, but instead of banding together, we'll spew more hate towards those who don't think like you.

Civility is gone.

Frank discussions of moving forward are replaced.

By hate.

The empty spaces are filled with aggression.

And hate.

Unfortunately we have all had to picture the scene. We've all had that hated imaging of getting such a phone call, as a parent, as a brother, as a son or as a daughter, and we hate the thought of it.

But do we hate it enough to stop it?

To at least try and figure it out?

It was once said that a society that condemns violence should try and stop being entertained by it.

Violence does not entertain me.

In fact...

...I hate it.

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