My German mother often tells me to be careful of who you hate (or become immersed in knowledge of) because you soon become that which you hate. “When you dance with the devil, the devil don’t change. The devil changes you.”
Amen Gris... I try hard to vanquish hate from my heart. I do not hate Beck or even dislike the man. I have no respect left for him. I did at one time... but respect is earned and once lost... is mighty hard to regain.