I’ll admit I have been a hatemonger. As a matter of fact, I still am.

There. I said it: I am a hatemonger.

I Developed This Hate At The Age of 10

And I have been since 1974. Prior to that, I didn’t understand what hate was – how hurtful it was, and just how devastating it could be. Yet, in 1974, at the age of 10, I developed a hatred that has blazed in my soul and churned in my heart. This is a hatred directed towards a group of people – not just some object or ideology, but flesh and blood people who are in many ways just like me. But they are not like me, or at least I could never appreciate that they could be, because of what they stand for, because of what they profess, and because of what they believe.