Seriously, I think that hate is a funny thing. There are those people out there, and you really, really wish they'd walk into an open manhole or something. While you might wish this would happen, and would laugh about it, it's not something you dwell on. Dwelling on your hatred for a person or thing isn't particularly healthy, but having ill feelings for someone is natural. There are a lot of assholes out there, and sometimes it takes more of an effort to like the person than it does to hate them. Say this person comes to work every day, and makes a dumb crack about the weather. If it's cold, then it's the 'Cold enough for ya? Ha-yuck...', or if it's hot...you get the idea. So, after working with this moron for a while, you eventually begin to harbor an intense hatred for this retard, and you start to wonder if he can spell his own name, or if it's written on the band of his underwear. If this person was changing his tire on the highway, and was hit by, say, something as ironic as a mattress truck, it would make you laugh. Not necessarily happy, but it would satisfy you. Happiness and being satisfied are two different things, I don't think death makes many people happy, but there's nothing like the satisfaction of knowing that there's one less moron in the world. I think I lost my intial purpose, but I don't care because I hate you all.