I claim to not hate anyone. And to actually love my enemies.
That would put me above the fray. And make me a remarkable man. But it’s
possible that my barrier against hate is being torn down. I’m starting to feel
pangs of hate. Toward Donald Trump. I despise
the guy. More than I’ve ever despised anyone. Could that put me on the verge of
full-blown hate? I’m afraid so. But I’m fighting. To forestall a declaration of
hate. In order to save my soul. --Jim Broede
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