My hate keeps me warm at night. Its why I wake up. And its why I continue living. Its one of the few things that keep me going any more. My hate for watching good people suffer, and die, for nothing, over and over again. Hatred is absolutely a good thing, a useful tool, and should be applied liberally. It takes *effort* to hate. And like oil, if you don't apply it, it rusts, you will become soft, complicit, and stupid. Hatred crushes enemies. If you want to protect people, if you got some real **evil** you, then the only real use for it is taking down people more evil than you. The only real use for it is protecting **good** people. And to do that, you have to be able to **properly hate** someone or something, to know who and what to hate, and how much to hate them: and that exact level of hatred is this -- **complete and absolute hatred**, the sort that goes beyond reason, or moderation, or humanity, into cruelty and horror. Someone I talked to a while back told me something that stuck with me ever since I read it. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. You cannot win without proper hatred, the annihilating, all consuming, variety. It is what will fortify you in the worst times. It is what will drive you to do incredible things, against fear, uncertainty, pain, and your own best interests. It must be your *daily bread* to nourish you. It is the *breathe that fills your lungs*. It is the fire that warms your body when you're cold. If you truly love something like America, or your respective nation. If you truly love someone. If you have real love for those in your life, and those you want to protect, then you must also *hate* those who would harm them. You must *hate* utterly and completely, to the point of being consumed by it, those who want to destroy what you love. Hate, like ambition, transforms men into giants.