Hatred

The day our followers lose their ability to hate will be the day they lose their power and their ability to achieve anything worthwhile at all.

I came across that 'mission statement', for want of a better phrase, in a rather convoluted way yesterday. It appears on the website of an entity I hadn't heard of before, the British People's Party, who describe themselves on their home page as 'proud members of the World Union of National Socialists', another entity I hadn't heard of. Both organisations richly deserve their obscurity, as far as I'm concerned, because they're neo-Nazis, and, in the case of the British version, 'proud' of it. Nothing I could say can condemn them more than their own words, in my opinion - a political manifesto based on hate immediately tells me that I would disagree with them on absolutely everything. Which leads me to how I found their website in the first place. I was up in London again yesterday, and while sitting on a bus at some traffic lights, I saw a sticker on a motorbike with the legend 'Hang paedophile scum'. I was so angry that had the bus been at a stop rather than at lights, I might well have gone and shaken the motorcyclist warmly by the throat - I know how much those attracted to anyone below the arbitrary 'age of consent' are hated, but it's not often that it's expressed so overtly. A little internet research later in the day led me to the website of the so-called 'political party' I've mentioned, as they seem to have published the stickers, and certainly espouse the hatred concerned. Never mind what I do, just hang me for what I think, what I am (albeit I consider myself a hebephile, but I'm sure the fascists wouldn't draw a distinction). Vile, almost beyond words.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B