Motives are something you discover, not something you assign.
Claiming a motive without investigation is at best lazy and at worst a blatantly willful failure to even try and understand a differing point of view.
Because you can sleep at night by kicking someone that hates you to the curb. After all, they hated you, didn't they?
Doing that to someone who's got a different life and different priorities? Ones that don't put your needs, wants and desires at the forefront? That just might keep you up at night, and that would be hard. Gods forbid an enemy have a point, no?
You know what that reminds me of?
Every bloodthirsty motherfucker I went to war with. Every one that looked forward to killing Iraqis or Afghanis or what the fuck ever because they were all terrorists, weren't they? And even if they weren't, they were all collaborators, weren't they? Too cowardly to fight off the real bastards on their own makes them no better than the guys who flew planes into the towers, am I right?
And it wasn't just the dumb ones, either. Not just the 31-on-the-asvab, cousin-groping crayon-eaters recruited at the head of a holler. No, there were some very smart, highly trained motherfuckers in that bunch.
And that's what that shit reminds me of.
If you want to hate, hate.
But don't barely bother to open your door then have the gall to call it meeting them halfway.
Loving people who do repugnant to you shit is hard. I get that.
But making it easy on yourself to hate, convincing yourself you have a damn good reason? That shit just makes it that much easier to be evil in this world. And we've got enough of that.
So don't you fucking dare sit on your ass in the front row of a guillotine show, whining about how much of a fucking victim you are in the middle of your knitting.
You either learn to hate honestly or you spend some sleepless nights because you know you went the easy route.
Or you realize the hard work's worth doing, get the fuck up and pitch the fuck in.