I Hate Hating, but I Can't Seem to Help it

I'm waging an internal war.

I don't think "hate" is, by definition, a bad emotion. I only think it's bad when the object of hate doesn't deserve it; when, like the Left's Bush Derangement Syndrome, it is utterly misplaced and caused entirely by a misfire in the brain of the hater rather than any quality or action of the hated.

I think that it's easy to "hate" your opponent if you're involved in 21st century American politics. Behaviors and conditions like BDS breed opposing responses of the same nature. And I'm really feeling it.

I find myself feeling hatred towards Zero. But I know it's partly because of who supports him and how they've acted and what they've done. I am too angry to calm down and "give their boy a chance" considering the way they have treated President Bush...which was, by any accounting, completely off the charts evil. These creatures who faint and wet themselves over Zero did everything they could to ruin and destroy Bush, even to the point of endangering of our country, our troops in the field, and the success of our battle against enemies who want to murder us in our beds.

To join them in anything, ever, during my lifetime, in this universe, is unthinkable. They don't exist as humans in my world. They are scum. Viruses. I do not acknowledge their membership in the brotherhood of civilized humanity.

And by extension, anyone they approve of is anathema to me. Especially one they proclaim as a great and glorious hero and savior. What must such a creature be to appeal to such rabble?

And the idea of celebrating their victory, their choice, their preference, their godling... simply sickens me.

And all this, even if I didn't know his name. The mere fact that he is their hero disqualifies him from being mine. Shunning, rejection, loathing, revulsion, abhorrence is my visceral response.

But of course, I do know Zero's name. And I know his associations, and his politics, and his history and his promises, and his style, and his "experience". And in the clear light of day, and rational thought, it's perfectly clear why he is worthy of the adoration of the mentally diseased. They are mated perfectly. Matched by fate and the cruel humor of the universe.

But still, with all that, I hate feeling hate because it puts me in too much partnership, too much alignment, like an echo, a reflection of the leprous Left. And I can't bear that either.

Honestly, I don't know what to do about it. Right now, on this sad, sad, excremental coronation day, I can't feel anything but disgust, mourning, anger, hatred and crushing defeat. A defeat of freedom, the America I love, the future. And that just makes me madder.

And at this point, I don't know if I mean "mad" in the colloquial sense of "angry" or in the literal sense of "insane".

Maybe in a few days I'll sort it out.

I'm on the razor's edge. Uncertain whether I'm a rabid partisan, totally losing perspective, or a clear-eyed patriot, who understands the terrible, terrible mistake we have made, and that America is literally on the brink of destruction, and that just one tiny misstep, and we'll be dashed on the rocks of the abyss...that the frightening spectacle of this Cult of Personality, this tsunami of worshipful adoration is too reminiscent of horrifying examples in history of the total destruction of civilization, decency, freedom, justice and humanity.

Those who felt this way on the day Hitler became chancellor, no doubt were among the very few. I wonder if they worried they were crazy, too.

Certainly those who felt this way on the day George W. Bush became President never doubted their sanity. And they were nuts.

Perhaps there is some wisdom to be found in that.

Dilemma. Horns.

The Gunslinger