You hate me? An old, sweet, lovable, conservative American Grandfather? Hating me is like hating apply pie and the flag!
Every time I read your rambling blather tantrums, I’m reminded of some old advice you should take to heart: “is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.”
Seriously, for your own good, and the safety of those near you, get some professional help.
Aw shaddup. Stop with the phony act. It's just more lie-lie-lie. Everything about you is a lie.
Neither of those have ever lied to me. Nor have they slithered around changing the subject, accussing me of being "on drugs" right after I busted them in one of their latest shoot-from-the-lip falsehoods.
I hate your lying guts because you are a liar, right down to the ugly bones of the middling parts of your carcass that will rot in hell.
I don't even have to tell you to go there. You're well on the way but are so full of yourself (that would be your lying self) that you don't_even_notice.
Do you think God in Heaven loves the little lies you tell? If anything, He hates them more than I do. And that's saying something.