My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

It's Very Odd To Observe Someone Else Taking Your Identity Into Their Own Hands And Getting It All Wrong. I Don't Think Most People Will Ever Get To Experience How Truly Weird It Is.

A Manhattan Lawyer Who Describes Himself As "america`s Leading Expert On The Militia Movement" Writes That He Hugged His Three-year-old Kid The Night Of The Oklahoma City Bombing. He Told Junior That It Happened "because They Hated Too Much" For Now, Let`s Accept The Premise That One Hundred Sixty-eight Humans Died In Oklahoma City Because People "hated Too Much" Now Answer These Questions If You Would Be So Kind: Did A Federal Sniper Shoot Vicki Weaver In The Face Because He Hated Too Much? Did Our Government Conduct The Tuskegee With Syphilis On Black Soldiers Because It Hated Too Much?

Unlike The Vast Majority Of People, I've Been Locked In A Box Like An Animal And I've Also Been On The Receiving End Of Bloody Thrashings, So I Feel Uniquely Qualified To Judge Which Is Worse.

When You're Indiscriminate In Allowing People To Post, The Loudest And Emptiest Voices Invariably Drown Out Everyone Else.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.